Marriage and the children that are the gifts of this union are reflections of the divine love of the Holy Trinity. God’s plan for us always meant that marriage and the gift of children would be sanctifying for us. In this way, our shared love would make us holy. His plan for us was perfect. But our sin changed everything. We separated love from sex and sex from marriage and marriage from fruitfulness. In the process, we separated ourselves from God. This is how the blessing of a child has become a “clump of cells.” This is how we’ve come to kill 3700 babies every day in America.
The journey from blessing to burden, as many see children today, is the story of our culture. By deadening our hearts to God’s plan of blessing, we’ve deadened our hearts to sin as well. So much so that we no longer even see the connection between taking an innocent baby’s life (seen as a “right”) and the disintegration of our way of life. We glorify the actors and movie makers who depict violent murders by giving them millions of our dollars every weekend at the box office. We watch their movies, growing up with them as our regular entertainment. We buy our kids violent video games and they beg us for the newest, most graphic versions. They become saturated in the violence they watch. They see commercials about Viagra and birth control devices and pills that promise easy sex with no “consequences.” Many of their friends in school live in homes without a father. Or they live with parents who aren’t committed to one another in marriage. Nothing in their lives is permanent. And no one talks to them about God or models His love for them and His plan for their lives and their happiness. They absorb the culture of “me” and look to it for the answers to life’s great questions: Why am I here? What’s the purpose of my life? Is this all there is? And the culture answers them: You are nothing but an animal with a thumb. Your purpose is to experience as much physical pleasure as possible. And when you die, you’re dead. The end.
And they believe it.
She's got more. And it's worthy.
Read it. Once you read it, you'll want to pass it on.
You'll just have to trust me.