I just read about a 9-year-old boy who shot and killed his 13-year-old sister over a video game controller. His sister’s life for a video game controller? We all want to see an end to the callous disregard of human life that is so pervasive in our society.
The whole thing makes you wonder – what happened? how did we get here?
Various factors have been blamed as the cause – mental illness, lack of gun control, loss of Christian values in our nation. One factor I’ve rarely heard mentioned is the link between this violence and abortion. We live in a country where it has been legal for 45 years to take the lives of those who are most vulnerable among us. If this is ok, what isn’t?
Disregard for life is reflected in devaluing others in big and small ways every day. The old and the infirmed are cast aside and those with special needs are viewed as less than worthy of life. Iceland’s recent proclamation that they’ve eradicated Down syndrome is really boasting that they have successfully exterminated pre-born babies diagnosed with Down syndrome. How grievous is that?
Through the years, I’ve always been struck by the heroes who stand strong in the protection of others despite danger. People like the ancient Israelite midwives who refused to obey Pharaoh in his edict to destroy infant boys. Oskar Schindler who rescued 1,200 Jews from extermination in Nazi Germany or Saint Damien of Molokai who sacrificed his own life while serving a leper colony in the 1800’s.
Those of us who value life still risk ridicule and persecution from those bent on destruction. Yet, we stand together with saints of old and proclaim that human life is exactly what God’s Word says it is – Fearfully and Wonderfully Made!
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.