I had jury duty today. It's the third time I've
had it since moving to San Antonio in 1989. The first time I got questioned a
couple of times but ended up sitting around reading the whole day. The second
time I was excused because I had primary childcare responsibilities for small
children.
Today I spent 9 hours in a pool of potential
jurors for one trial. In the end I was selected to serve on the jury. I can't
speak about this case at all, but I will say that a person's life rests in our
hands. This isn't some small thing. For reasons I can't discuss, the case will
definitely be done by Tuesday evening or early Wednesday morning.
I didn't want to do this. I was hoping they
wouldn't take me. I knew Monday would be lost, and I didn't want to lose more
days in my week. I need to be writing. Our family rather depends on that these
days. I confess that I was thinking of answering the questions, well, honestly
but using any angle I could to get dismissed.
Then I watched the sacred manner in which the
judge and lawyers treated the jury pool. They stood respectfully each time we
entered the room. I looked at the defendant, who isn't the sort of person that
anyone would like. And I realized that being on a jury is a sacred calling. You
follow the letter of the law because it is larger than you are. Sort of like
saluting a superior officer out of respect for the rank, regardless of what you
think of the person. So I said this little prayer and I told God that I didn't
want to do this, but that I would answer every question with absolute honesty.
If chosen, I would consider the task to be a sacred one, a holy calling. If
chosen, then this task would become the most important thing in my life for a
period of time. That seems only right, given how critical a trial can be for
those involved.
There were 60 potential jurors, and I was one
of the 12 they selected. The lawyers and judge stood as we left the crowd of 60
and filed silently into our 12 seats. The judge spoke gravely to us about what
we were about to do. This was at the very end of the day. The bailiff said "All
rise for the jury," and everyone in the room stood up again while we left the
room. The whole thing was done with such care and dignity. I feel a huge weight
on my shoulders tonight, for tomorrow I will be one of 12 who will decide the
fate of another human being. Comfort comes in being willing to treat the task
seriously, being prayerful if that's your thing, and following the instructions
of the court with absolute care and precision.
So I'll be out until at least Wednesday
sometime. I know there will be much to write about in this experience

rlp