"Dude? Gimme a break!"
for community service at the morgue. Question: Can you blame her?
Too bad, Lindsay, Judge Stephanie Sautner must have a taken a literal reading of Proverbs 21:16: “The man that wandereth out of the way of understanding shall remain in the congregation of the dead.” But looking for life among the dead? Seriously judge, can the dead breathe life into the dead? Unless the prophet Ezekiel, himself, is the coroner prophesying, “Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live,” what is the point of banishing the walking dead to the valley of dry bones?
Perhaps, it could work. Sometimes, the dead doesn’t know they’re dead. Spiritually dead, that is. Is this what God meant by ‘letting the dead bury the dead’ (Matthew 8:22)? Letting the spiritually dead bury the physically dead? Like all dead and dry bones in the Seamy Valley of California, Lindsay’s condition is the way of all fatherless children, of those who have sought after false idols and perverse lusts of their own choosing, who have fallen by the wayside.
Of the lost, being of a reprobate mind—sinning more and more, Hosea
13:3 warns, “Therefore, they shall be as the morning cloud and as the early dew that passeth away, as the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of the chimney.” In the land of great excess, in a modern day wilderness, O Lindsay, lacking repentance, thou hast all but destroyed thyself.
But, nay, a sojourn to the morgue—in and of itself—is not thine help. Better to be like a tree planted by the rivers of water for 120 hours than to be a shadow in the valley of death. All Lindsay needs is a few “bitter pills” from a spiritual adviser. And to take the “medicine,” of course.
Breathe Me by Sia should also be known as Lindsay’s Theme:
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there’s no one else to blame
Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, I’m needy
Warm me up and breathe me
Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah, I think I might break
I’ve lost myself again and I feel unsafe.
Songwriters: Daniel Carey, Sia Furler
