At least when given the opportunity.
Our culture is one that feeds and thrives off death. It joyfully drips with it. And is the effect of a survival of the fittest society. Although it’s not fully known or thought through in that manner by most of the participants, this is, in definition how we operate.
Our hearts long for it.
We don’t like its name, so we give it new ones. Like, choice or dignity. Freedom is by far the most disturbing. As though being free reeks of that much blood.
Blood that stains the conscience of us all. It flows from the children murdered under guise of choice. And the elderly or depressed cloaked in so-called dignity. And then we ignore the brutality of those with foreign colored skin and call ourselves free.
But all we’ve done is return to the garden. Only not for its beautiful goodness and closeness with God. No not for such things as this.
Just for its forbidden fruit.
The whispers of something that slithers calls us to eat. Calls us to experience the very wisdom of God for ourselves. This sly scoundrel speaks of the poisonous fruit as though it makes us God. We hear the lies and are drawn to it. So we indulge this beast. The one that slithers and the one in our heart.
It was a choice.
And we chose death.
At every opportunity, just like the one in the beginning, we choose death believing its life.
Our local news is filled with it. The horrors and its glossy renamed counterparts.
See, I have set before you today life and good, death and evil. ~Deuteronomy 30:15
The words of Moses are as relevant to the Israelites as they are to us today. And as he urges, so do I. Let us be people of life. Let us choose it when the options arise. Though the latter seem sweet. Though its aroma may lie to our senses and entice us with desire. May we ponder upon the murder of our Saviour, and His blood flowing and finally have enough of it.
Then let us resist evil and most important, know the difference.
So it should be that the people of God be consistent in our love of life. All of life. From its microscopic beginnings to its illness riddled end. And everything in between. Every age, economic bracket and race.
May we be life-givers; midwives of goodness.
Speaking it and practicing it.
In a world blood-thirsty for death, let’s shine a bright light on the true way of life.
Therefore choose life, that you and your offspring may live, loving the Lord your God, obeying his voice and holding fast to him, for he is your life and length of days, that you may dwell in the land that the Lord swore to your fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give them. ~Deuteronomy 30:19b-20