Some of you may look at this and say, “Who is Rachel Scott?”
If you remember the story of the Columbine Massacre, two words that still to this day make me breathe just a bit slower, then you know some of Rachel Scott’s story. If you know anything about clichés, then when I say “some” consider I am with the best of intentions as I recall “some” as just the “tip of the iceberg.”
Rachel Scott was born in Denver, Colorado. She loved the usual things little girls adored like Barbie’s, music, and playing dress-up. She was the middle child- middle of five that is- but she never lacked attention. Rachel loved being around people. She enjoyed time with her family, her friends, and never neglected a good sleepover.
One thing Rachel’s family noticed most about her, was even as a young person, is she seemed to have what I have heard referred to as “an old soul.” This is when young people develop a connection to others in need based on a feeling. Some people have sympathy for others who are handicapped or less fortunate. However, Rachel appeared to have more of an empathy for them, which enabled her to see not just a physical pain, but also their emotional suffrage. Rachel was mentally able to notice the social discourse in a person’s life, or the emotional pain they tried to hide, and she would reach out to those whom she felt needed her presence. (Nimmo, 2009)
Rachel’s presence was like sunshine as she was warm and inviting which she passed to others around her. She was one of those people who looked for that person in the room without a smile just so she could give them hers. She was no stranger to random acts of kindness, and at an early age, within herself she would create a strength from within influencing others around her.
Rachel’s family remembers her sense of humor, her love for the piano, and her inability to carry a tune which brought her a bit of ridicule. Rachel had a good nature and just laughed it off. Rachel was in love with the fine arts such as drama, journalism and photography. Some days, Rachel dressed in jeans and t-shirts snapping pictures, other days, she was dressed in classy heels, and skirts, her smile welcoming the camera lens.
Rachel did not think she was beautiful, but she did find a bit of joyfulness in everything she did. In swirls of laughter, she flitted about like her favorite insect, the butterfly, with a joyful smile in the likeness of her favorite song with a bittersweet symphony of lavender and yellow colors.
Rachel Joy Scott left this world on April 20th, 1999, at Columbine High School. She was a student, a girl, and a life lost, but never was she a victim of life. Never was she ashamed to live life under the faith and convictions of her God; therefore, she was not a victim in death. (Scott, 2015)
Rachel’s story has been made into a movie. Her mother Beth has taken her journals and her writings, about her life as a student, her faith and convictions, and how her life was taken for those reasons.
With the 17th anniversary of the Columbine Massacre upon us, “I Am Not Ashamed, the Rachel Joy Scott Story” will be under production in Nashville, Tennessee until August 10th, 2015. Darrell and Beth Scott invite you to come meet Rachel Scott- come share the life, the laughter, and the memories, and help share as Rachel’s Challenge and Rachel’s Legacy, inspire others each and every day. Benny Proffitt, executive producer of the movie recalled a memory from one of Rachel’s journals, “Rachel wrote that she would one day touch the lives of millions,” and Proffitt said, “We are honored to help make this dream a reality.” (Collins, 2015)
Our Two Cents:
Rachel loved poetry and short writings that helped her to process her thoughts and questions. Rachel wanted to know everything about God. She was determined to know what HE wanted her to do. She felt a need to follow HIM, sooner than later. Her friends and family remember her life as a testimony to all of those around her. Her passion was travel- her personal goal to go outside of the United States to carry her faith and her love for Jesus Christ with her and to those around her.
Rachel wanted the world to know God, and her family wanted the world to know her. She had such a deep and resonating beat of her heart to bring HIS word to others. The family feels “Her pain must not be in vain. They are all called to pick up the torch.” In the Book of Isaiah, Chapter 65, Verse 23 “They will not labor in vain, nor will they bear children doomed to misfortune; for they will be a people blessed by the Lord, they and their descendants with them.” I feel this is the resonating beat of her soul, reminding her family, nothing is in vain, when done in the name of the Lord.
Rachel wrote poems, and created pictures to remind others of what GOD has done. One she drew a picture of a hand, and around it, she wrote- “He gave his life, for me, I will, give my life to him, Jesus Christ.” Rachel lived her life for GOD, and she gave her life to GOD. She always found comfort in knowing who she lived for, and comfort knowing, from the Book of John, Chapter 3, Verse 16, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” Rachel rested in her heart, knowing HE held the whole world in HIS hands, and Rachel’s soul rests today, as HE holds her in HIS hands.