My oldest son asked me an interesting question the other day… He asked why people are still aborting their babies. After all, they could have been aborted themselves. He thought they should be so thankful to be alive that they would do all they could to make sure as many other lives were saved.
A grateful heart.
My mom was told to abort me. She was “older”, it was 1974 and abortion was “all the rage”. She didn’t. I’m real glad, my husband is glad and so are my kids. Their lives are no more precious than mine.
I have pondered that thought for several days. Shouldn’t we be infinitely grateful that we are alive? Shouldn’t we take that gratitude and pay it forward?
Instead we are a culture of death. From infanticide to euthenasia, from child abuse to senior abuse. Violence and murder in our entertainment, immorality and self-indulgence everywhere.
I like to study human nature. Objectively. *smirk*
One of the things I like to do is read personal ads. First because they are funny to me in a sad, sick little way. I mean, seriously… How many ways can you sugarcoat “I wanna get laid but don’t want to actually put out the effort to be presentable, interesting, intelligent or committed to another human being”?
What I have seen is an abandonment of the sociatal mores and pleasantries we often still find necessary in public interaction. Craigslist.com is a cesspool of missed connections and casual encounters. The bleed out of what we have fed ourselves in the privacy of our own homes is beginning to show it’s rotten little core. It’s black little poison heart. Selfishness is not limited in it’s scope of destruction of anyone who might stand in the way of your own desires being fulfilled. There will be no dying to self in most scenarios.
Even and especially among Christians. Believers.
Which is the opposite of the grateful heart we are expected to have. The “but G-d” we leave out of the equation.
I see the vapid little soccer mom with her frazzled face and screaming children and know that I have been there and I would still be there, but G-d… I see the friend full of bitterness and her destroyed marriage and I can only think… But G-d… I see pictures of little one’s abandoned to the knife of a callous certified destroyer of innocence and I shudder. But G-d.
Yes. I have a grateful heart. I am grateful to be alive and I want to bring life where ever and however I can. And yes I think we should be very careful, those of us who walk in the Light, to consider how and what we do.
Every moment. Of every day. We have a higher calling and the opportunity to see the end from the beginning. We know where our societies will go if we only pay attention. We know that we aren’t headed from some sci-fi eutopian society. We are headed for chaos, destruction and disaster.
Bitterness, selfishness and death will not carry us through.