Natural design, intended design have been on my mind lately. Looking at a thing, an animal, a person’s design tells you many things.
The recent, overwhelming availability and use of pornography and abortion have been weighing on me too. And I’m seeing some similarities that are warning me.
I hate when I sound like a lecturer in college. Intellectual, no heart, discussing, objectively, the facts regarding the tools used to destroy marriages, families, children, babies.
The original, intended design for love, for sex, for marriage, was to touch, to relate, to bring life. The act of falling in love was surrounded with connection, with intimacy, with bonds that could not, should not be broken.
These two, the great sins of the twent-first century, go against that design.
In times past, we had adultery, we had the, “ripping open of pregnant women,” lust and murder were fully developed. But all of them require touch. A simple thing called touch.
Now we can have sex with someone without ever coming into contact with them. There is no possibility of disease, or pregnancy, or life. We can take the act of Alex and remove the possibility of ever holding a child, teaching them, protecting them. We can have what we want without any of the responsibilities, the repercussions, the relationship.
And we are worse for this.
We walk through our neighborhoods disconnected, our jobs and our churches with no friendships, no connection, no touch.
And we are worse for it.
We were never designed for this. We were never intended for this.
Put down the remote, put down the magazine, the technology, the knife that is destroying us all. Hold her hand, hold the child, hold the life God gave you.
Make your life count.