WHEN THE TRUTH DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
I am sorry to say that I am getting pretty discouraged about the state of reason in the world today.
Climate change is the most dangerous thing in the world that we are facing. Twelve years until disaster. Ice caps melting, flooding our coastlines, millions of people will die if we DON’T DO SOMETHING NOW!!!
And guns. Why don’t we have more controls over the number of guns in this country? If we can save even one life, then it will be worth giving up our guns.
(Is there another channel?)
We have to give super status to the LBGTQ community, because, ummm, well, because we care about people. And love. We care about love, too.
And women’s rights to healthcare. What gives you the right to tell me what I can do with MY BODY?
The government needs to pay for my right to protect my body. If I choose abortion, you should cheer, because of my bravery. You should pay for my abortion! Repeal the Hyde amendment! Hear me roar!
(Eyes wide shut!)
Who will speak up for the little ones?
I know, we can’t include God in the conversation because, well, separation of church and state.
But, don’t start telling me how science proves climate change is nearing catastrophic levels, and then tell me that gender is a choice (science found chromosomal differences), abortion just removes an unwanted clump of cells (science found DNA that shows humanity from conception), removal of guns would save lives (many more lives were saved when there was a gun present in the hands of a person without evil intent to thwart the evil one), and on and on and on.
When the stories tend to ignore the science, when it is inconvenient to the narrative, it is difficult to listen to the science when it is convenient to the narrative.
I keep wondering, “What are they leaving out?”
“If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,’ even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.
For you formed my inmost parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Psalm 139:11-14