Getting Justice

Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord.    Romans 12:19

I watched a documentary series on NetFlix, The Keepers, over the weekend. It is about Sister Catherine “Cathy” Cesnik (who) was a nun and an English and Drama teacher at the former, all-girls Archbishop Keough High School in Baltimore, Maryland. On November 7, 1969, Cesnik disappeared.[1] Her body was later discovered on January 3, 1970 near a garbage dump in Lansdowne, Maryland.[2] However, the murder still remains a mystery.”Who-Killed-Sister-Cathy-Keepers-Netflix

What is clear is that a Father Joseph Maskell, the school chaplain, had sexually assaulted scores of girls during his time there. He was a manipulative, evil man who not only engaged in raping the girls, but also provided them for other in his circle to engage with.

This was after having been transferred to Keough from a parish where he had been caught molesting an altar boy.

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Maskell

Maskell never faced criminal charges for his crimes, which destroyed many lives, both the girls and their families, in the decades since. He died in a mental hospital, where he was sequestered by the archdiocese of Baltimore to keep him and his sordid tale out of the courts and the news.

 

Two former students of Sister Catherine have taken the matter into their own hands, using social media to do the detective work that the Baltimore PD never did. In a latter episode they interview the current head of Homicide.  He was not a part of the department during the time of Sister Catherine’s murder, so there is no question of collusion on his part.  He did have a pretty uncomfortable time of it, though, as the ladies and their film crew had much more data than he was even aware of.

He had to keep looking over at assistants off-camera for any confirmation they might have of what these two civilians had uncovered. He stopped the interview at one point and left the room.  When he came back, he explained that he had just made several calls to state offices and the FBI to track critical missing evidence.  You could see he was getting hot, but not at the women.

That’s the very rough outline then; The Sister was murdered by Maskell and or someone in his circle. The men who disposed of the body have been identified, but one is dead, and the other is a feeble man in his 80’s.  I couldn’t decide if he was now a moron or very good at playing one on TV.

Sister Catherine’s parents have both died, never knowing who would’ve killed their daughter. Time is running out to find and get anyone responsible before they die.  The series leaves with comments that they want justice for their former teacher, but they don’t know if that will ever happen.

I started sharing their anger, wanting those who committed all of these inhuman acts from the abuse to the murder to get theirs. No satisfaction was to be had in the conclusion.  The women will just keep on digging and pushing until they can break something loose or die.

Maskell died a shell of a man. A former victim found him and scammed her way into the hospital to see him.  She found him in a wheelchair, pushed by a nurse and lied as to who she was to talk to him.  She knelt and got her face close to his and sweetly introduced herself by name and a few details that wouldn’t give her away, but would jog his memory.

I couldn’t wait to hear how he reacted; the fear, the panic. I was disappointed to hear her tell how he was a blank, a mere husk of a human being.  She looked into his eyes and found “no one home.”  He died not long after.

“Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord.

We’re all pretty familiar with the Old Testament. If God wants to punish someone, He can be pretty thorough and imaginative.  I recall a passage that tells us it is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the Living God.  Whatever Maskell lived through in his last days and what he endures at this moment…  I don’t even want to know.

There but for the grace of God… I’ve never done those things, but I’ve sinned and deserve damnation myself.  I can’t rejoice at Maskell’s fate.  I feel like the only smart play is to mentally fold my hands and not get in the way, so to speak.  If I were to give a victory dance, I can imagine God looking over His shoulder at me.  You know The Look, right?  The one your dad used to shoot you that shut you right up?  Imagine that from God.

If vengeance is God’s. should those women give up their quest? By no means!  I cite the well-known quotation – “The only thing required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing.” Edmund Burke.

So, ladies, continue the fight. God gives us each our mission to accomplish.  You may not get justice from your government.  You may not win your cause in this world.  God will take care of things in the end, however.  You are in my prayers.

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Sister Cathy Cesnik

The Problem of Pain

But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness!    Matthew 6:23

Beauty Beyond Bones posted a podcast on May 4, 2017 entitled, “Permission to Let Go.” She also has it in writing at her WordPress blog site.  Click Beauty Beyond Bones to see her work at WordPress.

If you are not familiar with her, Caralyn has just celebrated her 10th anniversary of recovery from anorexia.  She has blogged about her recovery since 2015 and is inspirational.  25,000+ followers think so.  I wrote an article about her IN January 2016, Beauty and the (ED) Beast, in case you’d like a fuller description.  If you really want the full impact of her ministry, start at the beginning.

But let’s get to the point and start with her podcast itself:

PODCAST – Permission to Let Go

As I listened to this, I didn’t have an immediate response. I don’t know that I’ve ever been in a situation like what she describes, having a problem letting go of pain.  Or maybe I’m not self-aware enough!

After some time, an analogous situation came to mind. It was the opening scene from Star Trek: The Final Frontier.  Briefly, An alien man is digging holes in a windswept desert. He hears, then sees another man approaching on horseback. He runs for a gun of some sort, and faces the intruder, who we learn is a Vulcan named Sybok. Sybok dismounts and strides up to him and says he can’t believe the man would kill him over a field of empty holes. The pitiful answer comes: “It’s all I have!”

For Caralyn, and so many more, the pain is all they have. The pain is nothing more than a desert field, pockmarked with empty holes we keep drilling into it.  You might even say we are drilling those holes into our very selves.

We tend to be pretty tolerant folks, as was mentioned in America’s Declaration of independence:

“…experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.”

In other words, we’ll put up with pain so long as we perceive the cost of removing it is greater than the pain itself.

But what if the pain becomes our comfort?  What if, like a dog who lives most of his life in a kennel, we fear the open spaces and suffer voluntarily inside our cage?

Here is where the last part of that opening scene tells us so much, and yet so tragically misdirects us:

“Your pain runs deep. Let us explore it together.  Each man hides a secret pain.  It must be exposed and reckoned with.  It must be dragged from the darkness and forced into the light.  Share your pain.  Share your pain with me, and gain strength from the sharing.”

“Where did you get this power?”

“The power was within you.”

“The power was within you. You can save yourself.  You can do it.  You always could; I just showed you how.”

This happens so often in our modern culture. We are seduced by the pleasant-sounding reasoning which contains truth and yet uses it to support a lie.  The power to save us does not lie within us.  Eons of human history are ample proof of that.  We’ve found multiple ways to fly like birds, cross ground faster than a cheetah, harnessed the atom, and gone to the moon.  Several times.

You’d think that, somewhere in the last 6000 years, SOMEONE would have discovered the most elemental, simple answer to human misery: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind.  And while you’re at it, love your neighbor as yourself.  Period.  That’s it.  No muss, no fuss, don’t even add water.

But we don’t love ourselves. No, indeed.  We find ourselves comfy in our muck of pain.  Or maybe we’re so blinded by it that we can’t see any way out if it and are resigned to our “fate.”

Jesus is the only One who has the power to remove pain…and the sin that ensnares us. Jesus is the only One who could live a perfect life, never sin, and offer Himself up to one of the most gruesome  deaths ever concocted by man; His back flogged down to the bone, and then hung naked on a cross to suffocate under his own weight.  He took our punishment for us, even complete separation from God, the ultimate punishment.

Sybok was spot on right up till the end: “Each man hides a secret pain. It must be exposed and reckoned with.  It must be dragged from the darkness and forced into the light.  Share your pain.  Share your pain with me…”  says Jesus.  “…and gain strength from Me in the sharing.  Confess your sins, and bring your darkness to be exposed and defeated by My light.”

The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, And upon those who sat in the region and shadow of death Light has dawned.    Matthew 4:16

Caralyn really is the Beauty Beyond those Bones. But her Beauty is not her own.  It is a Light that shines from within.  Even on the written page.  Her witness, her ministry point relentlessly to Jesus as the One who took away her pain after she held into it for so terribly long.  Literally with a death grip.  She was 78 pounds when admitted to recovery and was within hours of death, so close that the nurses kept her in their nurses’ station her first night instead of her room.

How many bloggers garner 25,000+ followers at all, let alone in such a short time? And the growth is not slowing down.  It’s happening because Jesus shines through everything she does.

I won’t tell you that accepting Jesus will get you a successful blog! I will tell you that accepting His forgiveness and light into your life will make you a light yourself.  The pain/sin that you cling to – or that clings to you – can be vanquished.  The power is within…Jesus!

What a Real Friend Can Do

These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”   John 16:33

A friend of mine recently found herself confronted with some past situations that caused pain. Regrets came flooding back anew, and the only words she heard were “Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda.”

I tried to tell her some things. I hope my words landed as intended. But then I got a little help from Mr. Shakespeare:

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)

William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616

Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,

And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er

The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restored and sorrows end.

 

Even ol’ Bill had his days, his sessions of sweet, silent thought polluted with the regrets and cares of the past. He kept circling the drain, carried on the currents of broken dreams, ever closer to disaster.

But then the most important thought entered his mind; that of his friend who made sorrows end.

For me, it’s my wife Julie and my daughters. Rick Michael has been my best friend since my sophomore year of high school, was best man at my wedding, and collaborator on several songs, including the one for my wife at our reception.

You have yours too, I imagine. A different list from mine, certainly. There is one more name on my list that I pray is on yours too. Jesus.

He is the Friend Who leads me beside the still waters and restores my soul. He is the Friend Who anoints my head with oil and causes my cup to overflow with His blessings.

 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life;

And I will dwell[a] in the house of the Lord

Forever.

 

When your sessions of sweet, silent thought are hi-jacked by old woes that new wail your dear time’s waste…well, my friend, think on Jesus, Who, through His immeasurable love, saved us from ourselves, made us His friends, and stands at the door, waiting for us to arrive and dwell in His house. Forever.

 

Give Up!!

Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.  Be sober, be vigilant; because[a] your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.     1 Peter 5:6-8

My heritage is German. Immigrant Germans, to be precise.  We always pick ourselves up, work hard, give help but never ask for it, and never, ever give up.  Ever.

I was in Europe to meet with some colleagues from our corporation. One is German.  I commented on hard work, German heritage, etc.  He laughed.

“You think we Germans work hard? Jeff, we think you Americans are insane!”

Germans might be known for hard work, high engineering standards, and the rest, but only the really nuts, workaholics came to America.

Giving up control just isn’t in my DNA. That’s crazy in itself, since I don’t have that much, if I’m really honest with myself.  Giving up control and giving up on anything just has never been a serious option.

Guess what God wants all of us to do? Even me!  Give up.  Wave the white flag and surrender.  Let go of the steering wheel.  Let God steer.  No, that isn’t right; acknowledge that He already is and quit trying to grab the wheel.  I don’t think life includes power steering.  I doubt any of us could turn the wheel even if God let go.

Satan is always after us, like a prowling lion. Subtle is something he’s good at.

“You can handle this! God’s busy.  Show Him you are doing your best, that He can rely on you to do His will.”

Listen to that and watch the wheels come off!

I’ve learned that I really need to trust God in my job. I travel a lot, and plans often go out the window when someone cancels or someone else calls.  Whenever that happens, I’ve learned to just keep going and just wait for God to turn the wheel.  He always does.

I came into this week, hoping I’d have some time to visit a friend. I prayed to God to take care of the week.  I was giving it up to Him to run it how He wants without me trying to take charge.  Even if things started looking lousy, I prayed He’d give the strength to just go with His flow and not get upset.

In His mercy, it looks like I’ll make that visit this week. And still get home a day early!

I’m not saying I got what I wanted, because I was trying to be cooperative. You don’t make deals with God.  I am saying I made my request known and told God I’d accept what happens.  And I would have.

When you give up to God, things always go right. Maybe not always fun and what you’d like, but always right.

Hope or No Hope?

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The Youngs

Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.    Romans 15:13

 

Keri and Royce Young are expecting their second baby. They are expecting great things.  Why?

An ultrasound checkup revealed that their daughter, Eva, has a terminal defect of the brain and skull. Apparently not all of either one is there.  If carried to term, her life expectancy ranges from a few minutes to possibly 36 hours.  The seemingly obvious choice is to abort.  There’s no hope.

They said the first 48 hours ‘were very dark and very heavy and very testing’, with Keri finding it difficult to eat while grappling with the existence of God.

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Keri & Royce on Good Morning America

Hope is what they ended up finding after those first dark hours. Keri will carry Eva to term, and then have her delivered by caesarian.  After that, they’ll wait.  Eva will be allowed the chance for life, even though the odds are impossible.

 

Keri Young said: ‘Now is not the time to be sad…She’s alive and she’s kicked and … for this pregnancy, that’s the most joyful part’

Knowing the odds, they will allow her naturally expired body to be used for organ donations.

Every time someone asks when she’s expecting, there’s the pain of knowing what the three of them face. They believe everyone in life has a purpose; even the unborn.  They will not let Eva be denied her purpose, whether it is to be a miracle baby or a donor who saves several lives.

Keri and Royce

Dedicated…to the end

 

Royce Young said: ‘For as long as she lives, we realized we’re her momma and her daddy and we have got to do our job.  There’s another family out there…hoping that their baby’s going to get a kidney. They’re praying for a miracle themselves, but Eva can be that miracle.  ‘She’s going to do more in her 24 hours than maybe we’ll ever do in our lives.’

If you’ve read much by me, you know I stand against abortion and any manner of destroying human embryos for stem cells, parts, etc. I want to be sure no one mistakes my stance here.  Eva was not conceived to be a source of anyone’s spare parts.  She was conceived in love, and her parents are heart-broken, but committed to her.

‘This was not an easy decision,’ she explained in December. ‘For the next 20 weeks I will feel her kick, [I’ll] have the hiccups, and we’ll be able to hear her perfect heart beating all while knowing we’ll only get a few short hours with her when she’s born.’

They still want to be Eva’s parents. They still want to care for her, regardless of how short a time that might be.

The couple had to decide between the short-term pain of carrying to full term or the long-term regret of inducing early.

Read about Eva Young for yourself.

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Eva’s Ultrasound

Uncaged

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.   John 16:33DSC_1777

We got a German shepherd when I was still in grade school. Dad named her Duchess.  She was still growing, less than a year old.  Having been abused, she wasn’t much of a puppy.  She simply hid under a bench in the back yard.  I literally had to drag her out from under there.  Playful?  She had no idea.

I don’t know what was done to her, but it couldn’t have been good. Yelling, beating, starving…whatever it was pretty well killed the puppy in her.

It’s amazing what love can do. We loved her, fed her, and taught her to play with us.

That was summer. When the first snowfall came, Mom held her indoors despite her begging to get let out to…go to the “bathroom.”  When we got home, out she went, and she just went nuts with joy, chasing snowflakes, rolling in the thin layer on the grass, trying to catch snowballs that exploded in her mouth.  It was a hoot!

The garage was just a couple feet away from our chain-link fence. There was plenty of room around the other three sides.  I taught her to play chase around the garage.  Once she had the hang of that, I started a round of chasing her.  She would look back to make sure I was following.  This time, however, I let her go, and I ran in the opposite direction.  Carefully coming around the last corner, I spied her looking back, expecting me to show up behind her.  She jumped in the air when shouted at her and then gave me one of those looks that convince you dogs can indeed laugh!

After that, she wanted to chase me to turn the tables on moi!

Duchess went from being caged to uncaged. Even with the physical door gone, she had been too scared to come out of the real cage of her fear.  She eventually came into the world when she knew she could trust us.

There were times she had to be scolded, got hurt doing something…usually in the basement. She HATED the vet.  And the vacuum cleaner.  Life was not always smooth sailing for her, but with her faithful humans smoothing the way, life was a whole lot better than it would have been otherwise.

As I mentioned in my last article, life is terminal. This is Satan’s planet right now, making it a real $h*t place to be much of the time.  We’ve all been abused and knocked around.  Some a whole lot more than others.  Either way, it’s hard to leave the cage even when the Jesus has opened the door.

God forgets sins. We remember them.

We know we deserve the cage. God loves us too much to care.

In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

That means there are still snowflakes to chase and garages to run around in this world.

Put your faith in God, accept Jesus, and ask the Holy Spirit to make His home in your heart. And, if you think chasing snow is fun, wait till you finally transition from being marginally alive here to fully alive with God!

It’s OK

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”   Joshua 1:9

I’m sitting here in my office, looking out the window at the sunshine. I just had a good night’s sleep in a comfy bed next to my wife.  Food’s no problem…not at my weight.

“NORM! Whatcha up to?”

“My perfect weight if I was 6 foot 5.” From Cheers.

I have a good job, company car, two beautiful daughters, and a wonderful wife.

I shouldn’t have any of it. Like a lot of people, I suppose, I did stupid things when I was younger.  I doubt I even realize all of them.  My life could’ve taken a drastic turn anywhere along the way.  God has, for whatever reason, spared me the worst consequences of conscious decisions and just sheer stupidity.

He’s literally preserved my life four times when, by all rights, I should be dead. I get my physical makeup from The Shallow End of the Gene Pool.  Heart attack, double bypass, gangrene, and a really bad allergic reaction.  To my heart medicine.  Oh, the irony!

Why am I still alive? I don’t know, specifically.  I can only assume God isn’t done with me yet.  Maybe there are a whole string of little things He wants me to do before my dirt nap.  Maybe there’s one, big, glorious homerun ball to smash over the fence for Him.  I’d like that, but I’m thinking it’s more of the string of little things.

I mean, look at the size of my blog, right? But I’m still motivated to write, so I figure I’m still doing something He wants me to do.

I could bemoan my less than stellar physique, especially considering how healthy and strong I was right up to my bypass surgery. I could, and have been pretty upset…ok, bitter…about layoffs and foreclosure.  I’m still here, though, with a nice house, the aforementioned job, etc.

Like many people, I’ve had to wade through a fair amount of ka-ka to get here, and there’s no assurance there won’t be more. But here’s the thing –

It’s OK, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

This is Satan’s world. Everything in it is riddled with sin.  Life is terminal.  We start dying the moment we’re born.  But –

It’s OK, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

So I keep going, pieces falling off as I continue to rattle and clank down the road like the worst beater car you’ve ever seen. But –

It’s OK, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

The end of your body isn’t the end of your life when you walk with God and have Jesus in your heart. Death on earth is when the good times start.  Oh, I grant you some people go ugly, some in their sleep.  I’ve been close, and it can be painful.  But, having been that close to the grave four different times in four different ways, I know it’s not as bad as I’ve imagined before.  Not fun, but doable.

When my time comes, I’ll face it as best I can. How well will I actually do?  Can’t say.  But I can tell you this –

It’ll be OK, for the Lord, my God is with me wherever I go.

When your trials come, try to relax. Be one with Jesus and the Father.  Open your heart to the Holy Spirit.  When you feel yourself slipping away from this earth and this body just remember –

It’s OK, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

This Side of Paradise

15 Then the Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it. 16 And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, “Of every tree of the garden you may freely eat; 17 but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.”   Genesis 2:15-17

This Star Trek episode is about Capt. Kirk and company finding a group of colonists who should have died years before due to a then unknown radiation. The Enterprise crew found them all alive and well, eventually discovering that spores from a local plant gave them immunity along with perfect health and happiness.

I know. A nightmare, right?

Kirk eventually defeats the evil spores, gets his crew back, and warps off to another adventure. After all, mankind is meant to struggle and progress and grow.  When the colony leader was rid of the spores, he was aghast that they had made no progress in the years they were there.

I say give me the spores! Long life, plenty of food, happiness, and perfect health; what more is there to progress to?  This episode makes that look like a bad deal.  I think it looks like the ideal retirement scenario.  Spock fell in love and was happy for the first time in his life, for cryin’ out loud!  When Kirk cured him of his case of spores, he helped Kirk ruin it for everybody else too.

The most logical, intelligent character in the series didn’t see the sense in beaming right back down to the planet and finding another one of those plants.

All Adam and Eve had to do was tend the garden. Pre-sin, I’ll be there weren’t even any weeds to pull.  Trim the bushes, pick your food, and have fun being in direct contact with your Creator.

But, no! They wanted to be smarter.  They wanted to be like God.  After the Fall, the weather probably started going a little wonky, so better housing was needed.  Technology, transportation, communication and more all became things to progress toward.  What we really needed was to regress.  Get back to God and the basics.

Unfortunately, sin is one of those squirts of toothpaste that isn’t going back in the tube. It’s a mess, and all we can do is check the hallway to see if God is around and hope He didn’t notice.

He did, of course. He put together a cleanup plan.  All He wants from us is to revert back to cooperating with Him, loving Him enough to say “OK” when He says…well, anything.  He made us, right?  So who do you think is smarter; us or Him?

For now the cat is out of the bag, the monkey is in the wrench, and no matter how hard we might try to get back to those Godly basics, there’s always a Capt. Kirk somewhere that’s going try to cure us of our delusional, non-progressive happiness.

The world really can suck. Hugely.  Fortunately, Christ has overcome the world.  Paradise is on the other side, not this side.

Redefining “Human”

25 “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?    Matthew 6:25-27

You’ve likely heard of Tesla, Inc. named after electricity genius, Nikola Tesla.  It’s CEO, and product architect, Elon Musk, says he’s about ready to introduce a new computer; one that can be hooked directly into the human brain.  This was his bombshell answer when asked about a term coined in science fiction, “neural lace.”

This phrase was first cooked up by science fiction writer Iain M. Banks and refers to a way of interfacing computers directly with human thoughts and feelings.

Musk has even tweeted about his belief that people must achieve “symbiosis with machines.”

I’d like to know why.  Really.  First, typing was too much of a chore, so someone invented the mouse.  After that came voice recognition and command.  It’s a neat thing if no other reason than to allow people with disabilities use computers.  The tools have improved.

Neural lace, however, is starting to invade what God created.  It is something that penetrates the mind, the occupant of the machine we call our body.

Heart transplant?  Sure.  Why not?  It’s like replacing the water pump on your car.  It is not changing the very essence of who someone is, whether by DNA editing or affecting the mind.  It also is not sacrificing embryonic people for their stem cells to cure someone more easily recognizable as human.

Even the article, Enter the Matrix, admits we might find ourselves asking what ends up in control, the machine or the person.

Lest that sound too fantastical and Sci-Fi Doomsday-ish of me, let’s go back to my article from January 2016, Giants, Old Testament Slaughter, Greek Gods, Bigfoot, and Technology – Part 3.  Here’s the pertinent excerpt:

I recently saw a video about people having an actual mini-computer surgically implanted into their forearms.  To get around FDA approvals, the procedures are done without anesthetic.  On top of that, there are reports of psychological side effects suffered by recipients as they work to convince themselves it’s OK to feel this thing interacting with and inside of them.  While it is connected to their nervous system, the box sits on the outside.  This is done so you can easily open the box and introduce upgraded software cards.  Am I making this all up?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clIiP1H3Opw  and  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YApY0ZldA0

Psychological side effects, eh?

But back to the real question: Why?  What is the purpose?  We want to be smarter and live longer.  That’s about the sum of it.

God gave us this life.  It is a gift, precious and to be treated with respect.  We have an instinct to preserve our lives, our selves!  But that instinct needs to be guided, steered in a productive direction.

People do all sorts of weird things to improve their health and lengthen their lives.  Some things can help.  Others are just a fool’s errand.  These people are settling!  Do you understand that?  They are staring in the display window for a Schwinn bicycle.  With coaster brakes!  Just feet away is the Ferrari dealership that has a model with your name on it.  Literally!

Why settle for “Longer” when “Forever” is available?  Why just pedal when you can pedal to the metal?  God has a Ferrari body for you to spend eternity in.  Something like what you have now, but a decidedly suped-up model.  To continue the analogy, Jesus is putting up a garage for each and every one of us.

In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.    John 14:2

Take care of yourself.  Eat well, exercise, get your annual checkup, and get to the doc if something just doesn’t seem right.  Your body is a gift of mind-blowing engineering.  Treat it with the respect and thanks it deserves.  There’s no need to worry how long it’ll last.

Just worry about putting yourself into position to get that Ferrari.

Trust God.  Accept that free gift from Him and Jesus.  Trade in “Longer” for “Forever.”

Another Step Toward Eugenics

 

You shall have no other gods before Me.    Exodus 20:3

 

Scientists keep getting confused.  They keep mistaking themselves for God.  They want to reach past the womb and into a living human being when just small embryo and make changes in its genes.

 

Some actually believe they are trying to do something good for humanity, but they are being moved along by those with a deliberate goal of eugenics; creating their own personal vision of the perfect human race.

 

I’d invite you to see a series I did on this last year.  See Pirates of the Sacred Spiral, Part 1.  Also 7 Creepiest Possibilities of DNA Editing, same day.

 

The latest article I’ve seen, U.S. experts soften on DNA editing of human eggs, sperm, embryos, reports that scientists and even ethicists are edging closer to editing human DNA.

 

The report from the National Academy of Sciences (NAS) and the National Academy of Medicine said scientific advances make gene editing in human reproductive cells “a realistic possibility that deserves serious consideration.”

 

Just over a year ago, December 2015, the same group said it would be irresponsible to gene edit human embryos, even for therapeutic purposes until safety and other issues can be resolved.

 

Question #1 – How do you solve safety issues without working on human embryos?

 

Question #2 – “Therapeutic” can cover a lot of ground.  Who gets to define it?

 

Such questions are a part of why this activity is illegal in the USA, although some European countries have legalized it.  The USA hold out is, I believe, because we are still closer to our founding Christian principles than our European brethren who have fallen further from God than we have.  As we follow in their faithless wake, our ethics, our morals will soften toward genetic engineering just as theirs have.

 

Although gene editing of human reproductive cells to correct inherited diseases “must be approached with caution, caution does not mean prohibition,” the committee said in a statement.

 

The above quotation is seen as a green light to proceed.  These really are the first steps in engineering the race as a whole.  You see, a change in you would be passed on to your following generations.  Ditto anyone else who was gene edited as an embryo through no choice of their own.  I can’t help thinking it as the ultimate form of rape.

 

Once even a minority of people have been edited in utero, the cascade effect will have its result downstream.  And once it’s OK to edit for disease and defects, it’ll be easier to edit for things that will likely be argued as being defects; hair color, eye color, height, intelligence.

 

The designer baby idea just might come to fruition.  Oh, we can’t fathom that now.  Just like a few decades ago we would never have thought gay marriage would be legalized and God’s rainbow misappropriated and projected on the White House.

 

Think of the super bugs that live in hospitals just because we’ve been dependent on antibiotics for generations.  What will limiting genetic information in the world’s population do to humans in that future?

 

Man has a tendency to muck things up.  Our history is littered with the ways people have killed each other and ravaged the planet.  What makes anyone think they have the right to play God, as if they could do anything but worse when they try?

That’s why God is God.  And we’re not.