Life is quite an interesting thing. How precious and strong it is an how it can be taken away in an instant. How one can care so much about it and that some person wish to see it end. I’ve had some very powerful life things happen here in the past couple of days. On Sunday my wife and dog were attacked by two neighbor dogs. The dogs came from both sides knocking Maya over and starting yanking and tearing at her neck and haunches. My wife kicked and screamed and they bit her and went right back to work on our dog until their owners and other neighbors came out and pulled them off. In the hospital while treating her hand my wife broke down crying as she told me the tale and the fear that overwhelmed her thinking they were going to kill our lovely Ms. Maya. Her life is precious to us. The life of these other dogs however, is not.
I have discovered upon research that if they get off their property again and show aggression towards me, I can kill them. And they should be put down. When we returned home later that evening we came upon another scene of distress. They had gotten out again and had bitten a woman 3 or 4 times on the legs. I love dogs, but there is a point when a dog has behaved in such a way that it has forfeited it’s right to exist. I don’t think that should stop with animals.
It’s no secret that politically I lean more right then left, and while I’ll happily agree with any liberal there are idiots throughout the Republican party, I tend to agree with conservative ideas more often than not. So, as a conservative who calls himself a follower of Christ I’m often presented with this moral dilemma,
“How can you support the death penalty and be against abortion?”
That’s a really good question.
I think every person has the right to live, but I think that we can do things to forfeit that right.
I hear the arguments for the rights of the mother, and with tears in my eyes I say “She shouldn’t have had sex” I hear the sad tales of the hard life of the death row convict and his good behavior in prison and with tears in my eyes I say to execute his sentence.
There is no doubt mercy is greater than justice, but it is justice that teaches me of mercy. When we know our actions have consequences then we can understand the grace of not getting those consequences.
As to babies, I had the joy of seeing my son for the first time in his moms womb. He was moving around, opening his mouth and we got to watch the heart beat. It was so weird and so cool to see all that is already there at 20 weeks. The day before we say this blessing of God, a tragedy happened when a late term abortion doctor was gunned down in his church. The man who did it is a criminal, but my pity for the doctor is complex. I think what he did for a living was evil, on the level of pedophiles, rapist and sex traffickers. Were I put in a position of judgment over him I would have found him guilt of the murder of hundreds of innocents.
But the sort of vigilante justice that took his life is exactly what Jesus was speaking to when he uttered those famous words, “Let him with no sin cast the first stone”. Those who wished to cast the stones had no regard for the law, only their opinion. I submit myself to the Word of God as my authority, and it tells me to submit to government, and that government has a sword (a weapon of execution) for a reason. I pray that my opinion or my compassion never take such a strong hold over me that I would forsake Truth because it no longer fits my mold.
Knowing and loving dearly several people who don’t see eye to eye with me has lead me to form this thought of liberalism. The reasons they believe and do so many things they do is out of love and compassion. Many liberals I know have huge hearts and love and care for the world so much, and I can’t speak of how much I respect that. Where I stand aside is I don’t see justice and Truth in their solutions. Often fairness is inserted in place of justice, but fairness can only take you so far.
For example, when comfort of the mother’s life is put as a higher priority than the unwanted child we can’t be fair anymore. Ether the mother has to be an adult and let her life be changed forever (don’t even get me started on the lame boy that put the women in that situation) or the child doesn’t get to live.
Maybe all of this is to heavy for some small time singer / songwriter blog, but I sing songs of life that touch the soul. Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes they are not. But the sanctity of life has touched my soul this week, and I hope that it might touch yours too. Whether we come to the same conclusions about those hot button issues I don’t care, but I do hope that we can agree that all life is precious.
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