There is nothing new under the sun.
Nothing at all.
I watched the news report on Gosnell the other night, about all of those mamas and babies who literally had the life cut right out of them and I cringed at the sight of all the blood and body parts of babies in jars and in freezer bags.
It left me wide-eyed in disbelief that his crimes went on for years and years and years, right under our noses.
I felt sick when I crawled into bed.
But all day today, I couldn’t help but think back to every single baby boy murdered in the Old Testament.
And in the New Testament.
I’ve thought about every man, woman, boy, and girl who was ever bought or sold or beaten or raped or lynched, right here in the land of the free, all for the almighty crop dollar.
Or maybe just for weekend fun.
Or maybe both.
And I forget that we live in a fallen world and that America has no corner on morality. We’re just as messed up as those people across the pond.
Maybe more so.
Americans, we’ve spent worlds of money to buy snapshots of morality and so we rightly gasp in horror at babies in freezer bags in America.
Because Americans just don’t do those sorts of crimes and the media sure doesn’t try to hide the heinous acts and those sorts of things only happen in places where Satan reigns.
And America, well, we’re God founded, God blessed, and God loved.
And we think Satan must flee at the sight of every steeple on every street corner.
The whole world is Satan’s kingdom.
While my babies nap in the afternoon, I scroll through the minute by minute social media news reports and it’s fear I see, written in status updates and link shares and blog postings.
We’re seeing our rights slip right through our clenched fists and so we hide our arms and ammo and put one more deadbolt on the door and I’m reminded that we don’t have any rights.
We don’t have rights once we belong to Christ, that is.
Fear rules our thoughts and moves our feet and so we buy guns and we can food and store up earthly treasures just in case the world really does come to an end during our President’s last term in office.
We watch as our government becomes bigger and we become smaller and we shake our fists at the walking dead expecting them to behave like Jesus would behave.
But how on earth can the dead behave like the living?
We walk around with puffed up chests daring the Man to take our stuff …
And we’ve forgotten that the stuff the Man wants is nothing but rubbish under the feet of Jesus and when I think of my stuff as trash, I long to give it away.
To just set my worldly treasure in the pile for Big Trash pick-up.
Quite a freeing thought, huh?
In our fear, we forget that Jesus never called us to take up arms and barricade ourselves in our neat little homes and shake our heads in disbelief at the state of our world.
Or our great nation.
Jesus said to expect it.
And to remember that this place is not our home.