Societal change is a funny thing. It is truly like the frog in the pot. If suddenly the government legalized murder, we, as dutiful frogs, would jump out of that pot and protest. But if one year we can abort babies coming out of the womb, and a decade or two later we can authorize a physician to assist an ailing elderly patient to end his or her life, and because these changes only affect a small segment of our population, we sit in the pot.
If you had told people in the 1970's that we will end up with 57 million aborted fetuses in the decades to come, they would have said, "Oh, you're just using scare tactics." If you had told people that counselors at Planned Parenthood someday would advise underage pregnant girls with older boyfriends to get an abortion, rather than report the fathers to the state under child abuse allegations, they would have said, "No way. Abortion is for consenting adults who are not ready for children, or for adult women to have the right to choose."
Now, people look at where we are in all of this, and say, "How did we get to this?"
It's been a slow-societal boil.
Many other pots are currently on the stove, but in this Christmas season, I would like to focus on one in particular. While it is not as morally reprehensible as the devaluing of life on either end of the bell curve, i.e. the newborn and the elderly, it indicates another shift and one that I find disturbing.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Tired of Hearing Burl Ives Sing "It's A Holy-Jolly Christmas"?
From my wife's blog: