The liberated want nothing more than to be forever freed from the fanaticism of faith. It’s a cultish patriarchy that enslaves women to childbirth, and the superstition of the unseen.
But that an unborn baby’s heart begins to beat in days isn’t religious zealotry, it’s science – settled science. And they respect science, just not the God of science, and it matters. Unborn lives matter.
But even as they can no longer deny that what is dependent on them for life… is life, they just as emphatically declare clear title to dispose of that life by right of ownership. Not the ownership of their own life, but the ownership of the life within.
Slavery hasn’t been abolished, it’s been modernized. Or feminized. To be “with child” is to be the hapless heiress and executor of human property. Slaves could be put to death for cause. The unborn for convenience.
Captives and captors are forever bound. The chains of bondage that shackle the body of the slave deaden the soul of the enslaver. Neither can ever be truly free.
Not until the undead grant value and worth to the unalive.
In their hell-bent desire to be liberated from the Creator of life, the defiant freely choose the enslavement of sin. And death.
“Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.” Galatians 5:1
We were told we had a choice. But not that our choice had consequences. We were told love was free. Or maybe we just wanted it to be.
The only lies we get drunk on are the lies we tell ourselves. But the mirror lays bare our nakeness.