SHAME used to be a powerful motivation for people to avoid evil and do good. Of course there was a healthy dose of people seeking to remove specks from other’s eyes while carrying planks in their own, but true shame was for the egregious public offender.
Today, Senator Nelson ended his crusade to keep public funding for abortion out of the healthcare bill, with a less than valiant whimper. He compromised, which in the language of legislators means looking good (sort of) for the moment, while leaving behind a toxic precedent upon which future legislative sessions will build to expand Federal funding for abortion. A whimper was all that he had left, and a Christmas present for the most savaged of all people by our Federal government: Native Americans.
The agreement with Senator Reid gives funding for abortions on reservations. These are the people who suffered genocide at the hands of our Federal government. Some things never change.
The reservations are the sites of the most grinding poverty, economic and spiritual, in America today. True to form with the Democrats, death is the answer. It is the answer for them precisely because they are spiritually and morally bankrupt. They don’t grasp the great paradox that submission to God throws wide the doors to liberation and inspiration. In seeking liberation on their terms, they are the most enslaved of all. “Death” has become their mantra.
Without the leading of the Holy Spirit, one visits a Reservation and sees only squalor and despair. With that inspiration, one sees the great dignity of a noble people and looks to invest in a future filled with hope. Such a future requires offspring, without which there is no future, no hope.
In seeking liberation without submission to God, shame has become the great casualty. No rules, no shame. No shame begets great societal calamity.
Senator Nelson needs to ask himself this one simple question: Have 50+ million abortions since Roe solved ANY of our problems?
Merry Christmas Senator Nelson. May it be one of your last in office, and may you live to see VERY old age and marinate in the awful evil you have visited on us this day. And may you rediscover your shame.
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