J. B Shurk has a rather personal and meditative essay that starts out recounting a nurse who killed children she viewed as not worthy of life. It is sickening to think that someone took such a decision unto herself. But what allowed her to believe that this was her decision to make? For that matter, what makes women believe it is their decision to murder her unborn child? Exploring the answer to such question generated Save Lives, Save the World at the American Thinker.
A thirty-three-year-old British nurse was recently convicted of murdering "seven fragile babies" and attempting to kill at least six others. For her "campaign of child murder," she has been given a life sentence with no chance of parole. All of her victims had been born with medical complications and were only a few hours to a few days old. She injected air into their bloodstreams and added poisons to their intravenous feeds. During her murder spree, she consciously targeted the "extremely vulnerable." Her ordinary appearance combined with her self-image as a "conscientious, hardworking, knowledgeable nurse" provides another stark reminder of the prevalence in this world of what Hannah Arendt called the "banality of evil."
Crimes such as these affect me. I feel the same revulsion when I see what remains after the bloody massacres carried out by child soldiers in parts of Africa or by gangs of teenagers on America's city streets. The carnage is always so reckless and perfunctory — as if such consequential damage has no consequence at all. This soul-destroying idea that life does not matter — that murder is as insignificant as doing laundry — is the kind of evil that sends shivers down my spine. It is also the kind of evil that totalitarian regimes mass-produce in faithless societies.
I will not pretend to know what form of wickedness so contorted that British nurse's heart that she could maliciously betray her most sacred professional duties, but it is difficult not to wonder whether a Western culture that celebrates abortion and euthanasia as exemplars of "freedom" might have had something to do with the blight on her soul. When ordinary people are force-fed a media diet in which "shouting your abortion" is glorified as female empowerment and suicide is condoned as a moral choice, they lose sight of the precious sanctity of every life.
I feel like screaming, "Life matters!" Protect it; cherish it; fight for every breath you've got. These temporary lives we have are not ours alone. They were not given to us by an all-knowing political State. They were given to us by our all-knowing God. To treat life so flippantly as to believe it means nothing when we choose to destroy it surely must sadden and offend our Creator in ways that we cannot comprehend. To reach out and save someone — now, that is a blessing for both the life being saved and the life doing the saving. In every act that helps make it possible for another to live, we fill our lives with life, too. Imagine if Western governments used the power of their media platforms to promote that truth.
Here, Shurk's meditation takes a turn, noting that when life is considered meaningless, then it becomes cheap. On the other hand, when we realize that our lives have never been our own, that our lives belong to the one who created us, and that each one is precsious and unique, then we discover that our lives do have meaning.
What are we to do about this ongoing threat to humanity? We must return to God, of course! We must return to a culture that remembers how to celebrate life. We must reach out to others and give them purpose and, in so doing, save those who are already slipping away. The truth of the matter is that politics and elections will never accomplish what you are already capable of accomplishing this very day....snip...
Seek God's guidance, defend life, and find happiness — that's a far more serious promise than the horse pucky that Klaus Schwab and the WEF-holes sling around.
When I was young, I knew everything. It wasn't until I started learning that I realized how little I knew. The older I get, the more certain I've become that I'll be buried with more questions than answers. Yet I know this: there is no hole in our lives too big for God to fill. That makes sense, doesn't it? God created the world and everything in it; there is no problem weighing us down that He has not also afforded us the means of lifting from our shoulders. I have learned far more from those times when I've been knocked down onto the mat than those times I remained standing — because every difficult experience has forced me to figure out how to get back up and find my balance.
Like Shurk, once I discovered that I didn't know so very much, I began to question everything. That humbling of myself led me to God. This in turn is what first convinced me that the whole global warming...er...cooling...er....climate change theory was nonsense. Indeed, the underlying assumption of the environmentalist movement (not the same as the conservation and stewardship movements) is flawed. The unspoken assumption is that our environment is fragile, on a knife edge even. And our technologies are so powerful that they threaten to overwhelm this fragile environment and kill us all. But an omniscient God would have foreseen these things and would design our world so we couldn't screw it up as the enviro-whackos believe. As I have studied over the years, I keep finding evidence that He is in control, not the "experts" who believe themselves to be at the helm.
The genius of our founders was that they understood that there is a God, and that they were not him. This understanding led to the founders creating a Republic that attempted to protect our pre-existing rights to life, liberty, and happiness. Too bad our ruling class does not have this understanding.
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