To Create a Culture of Life, We Need to Truly Live It

I have always known that unborn babies were people. It was instinctual, something that was solidified when I found out I was pregnant. I think everyone would realize that as well if they stopped to consider . Obviously it’s a person. 

I think sometimes in the pro-life groups we tend to condemn abortion (and rightly so) but often diminish the impact of miscarriage and still births. I know I did. 

How many of us have, in trying to comfort a mother who miscarried, said something like “You can try again”, or “This baby just wasn’t meant to be.”, or “at least it was early on” or “it probably wasnt healthy.”. I don’t think most people who say things along those lines are intending to diminish the impact. Quite the contrary. I think most of us are just trying to help lessen the pain. But what we end up doing, is we weaken our pro life argument. 

To be truly pro life, I think we need to adjust our perspective a little, especially as Christians. How can we fight for the complete personhood of an 8 week old baby facing abortion, while forgetting the grief of our sister whose 8 week old was miscarried? 

I know that to hear someone had a miscarriage is unsettling, at the very least. Most don’t know what to say, and in trying to comfort the mother, end up accidentally diminishing the child’s value. 

My friends, if we want to be truly be pro-life, we need to live it fully. God is sovereign over every single life. Just because it was Him who took the baby home, instead of the mother aborting it, doesn’t change its personhood. Its innermost parts too, were knit together by His hand. We are all given a certain amount of time on earth, and our minutes are ordained by Him. Whether it’s 5 weeks, 5 years, or 5 decades doesn’t matter. Every single one of us has been planned by God from the beginning, created by Him. 

As painful as it is, miscarried children deserved to be grieved too. Almost six months later, my heart aches for my son. I grieve for him as I would any other loved one, at any stage of life. I weep with other mothers who have lost their children in utero, and I feel their pain. 

Let’s not forget these miscarried babies, or their mothers. If we want to create a culture of life, we need to recognize a miscarriage as any other death. The loss of a child brings an undescribable pain, and a hole in the parents’ hearts that can never be filled. Grieve with the parents. Bring the mother a meal, when she is in physical and emotional pain. Don’t forget about the child a few months later. And above all, pray. 


We Are Running Out of Excuses

The March for Life 2017 is coming to a close. I wish I could’ve attended. I hope that one year I’ll be able to go. 

Something that’s been on my mind for the last week or so, is how we are running out of excuses for ignorance regarding abortion. I started reading through R.C Sproul’s Abortion: A Rational Look at an Emotional Issue recently. I haven’t gotten very far yet (busy week) but I am appreciating how he takes a very rational, biblical approach. One thing  I will say though is that although in the past, many people were in the dark about what abortion truly means, that number is rapidly decreasing. 

He points out the difference between murder and manslaughter, and comments on how many pro-abortion women genuinely don’t believe they’re commiting murder, since they don’t consider it an actual human being. While I agree that this has been the case for many, I think in recent years things have changed. 

I mean really, unless you’ve been hiding under a rock the past few years, at this point you should know about Planned Parenthood selling baby parts. Or what happened in Gosnell’s murder chamber. Of course regular media coverage was sparse, but those things weren’t hidden. 

At this point, we know whats going on. Heck, even Planned Parenthood admits that abortion is killing a baby. Science is on the side of life. We know what unborn babies look like. We know theyre not just clumps of tissue (side note, if that’s all they are, PP wouldn’t have distinct body parts to sell or “donate”). 

At this point in time, with all we know, there is no excuse. No one can say “we didn’t know what we were really doing.” Just stop.  We know that what’s going on is the slaughter of millions of children. People can dress is up with euphemisms like “women’s reproductive health” or “pro-choice”. Even “abortion” doesn’t fully describe it. But all these words aren’t going to change the fact that a child is being brutally murdered, and we know it. 

I’ve always known that a baby is a baby in the womb. It just was a no brainer. And carrying my little one for his whole life just solidified that. I’m sickened, knowing that there are so many people who know that abortion is taking a life, and they just don’t care.  

We don’t just get to stick our heads in the sand and pretend like we were ignorant of what’s going on. We all know. 

Do You Have Any Kids?

It’s a question I dread hearing. Its one I hate answering. Its one that inevitably comes up when I meet new people, especially whenever Sam and I are together. I guess it’s a pretty standard question. Generally pretty harmless. For me, it’s like a knife to the heart. 

We’ve been married almost three years now, and have been together almost six. Its natural that people wonder where our little ones are. I mean, generally if you see two people under 25 married for longer than a year, it’s expected that they either have a baby, or have one on the way. 

Sometimes, both of us just end up defaulting to the answer no. I’ve noticed we both often answer with “Unfortunately, no” or a wistful “Not yet”. I’ve taken to replying with a “I don’t have any little ones around the house.” Because really, that’s the only truthful way I can think to answer without telling them that we have a baby in heaven. 

Which brings me to my main thought. No matter how many children God blesses us with, they will be next in line, not replacements. So yes, I will be one of those “odd” people who counts their miscarried baby in their line of children. 

I want to recognize every single life lost, especially my little one’s. And I can’t ever forget my precious baby. But I find that the rest of the world has moved on, and I’ve moved along with it, though it feels like a piece of my heart is missing. 

And so I truly don’t know how to answer that. It’s a legitimate question, and I’m certainly not suggesting that people tiptoe around and avoid asking questions just to spare my feelings. I’m not “triggered” and I don’t need to go into a “safe space” (that’s a post for another time), but of course it’s a painful question. And so I want to be honest, and honor my child, and never pretend he didn’t exist. At the same time, especially with strangers, I don’t necessarily want to share my whole story. A lot of people don’t want or need that burden, not to mention it makes for awkward conversation. 

I guess I’m playing by ear. I really don’t have a solution to this. 

My Loyalty is with God, Not a Political Party

Two posts in one day? Guess I’m full of opinions this week 🙄

So of course there’s all this election news going on, with people from all sides weighing in with their opinions. I read an article from a self-proclaimed “millenial republican” where the author talked about stereotyping republicans. She talked about how not all republicans are anti- abortion, anti gay “marriage”, sexist, racist, and every other -ist. And how many of them are fiscal conservatives but liberal in their social views.

And that’s exactly why my loyalty isn’t with political parties. Don’t get me wrong, I will never, ever vote democrat on anything. But that isn’t just because I disagree with them fiscally, it’s mainly because as a whole, the party’s views on social issues don’t align with basically anything God says. So even if I did agree with financial aspect of liberalism, I could never get behind a party that throws their full support behind sin, and shoves it down everyone’s throat. 

So for awhile, I’ve called myself a republican, and I guess to a point I still am. I do believe in smaller government, in the right to bear arms, and all the fiscal stuff. But I stand conservative in ALL my views. I believe in virtue and morality. I believe in the inherent dignity of human life, no matter how tiny. I believe in following God’s commandments, and speaking out against sin, not embracing it with open arms. 

Of course, we can’t legislate morality. Preventing the passage of laws that prohibit abortion or homosexual “marriage” will not change hearts. It can prevent some self destructive actions, and offer people protection, but the only thing that can truly change your heart, change the very core of your being, is faith in Jesus Christ. Nonetheless I cannot support policies, bills, actions, or people who openly advocate for the free expression of sin. 

And from what I’m seeing, the so-called conservative party is growing less and less socially conservative. It is not upholding morality and virtues, and is instead compromising its values and dividing itself.

So while at this point, I’m leaning more toward the conservative party, my loyalty is to Christ and Christ alone. I will try to vote for whichever person has the most godly qualities (something I struggled with in this election, and still do). I will vote for whichever policies follow God’s commandments and uphold virtues. Knowing that whatever happens is ultimately out of my control and that God has a plan, a plan that been in place since the beginning of time. 

Truthfully, I struggle with politics. I don’t like the process, I often don’t like the choices, and very often don’t care for the people. I struggled with this election and approached it with a heavy heart. If I’ve learned anything though, its that though I may support a party for a time, I will not pledge unequivocal loyalty to one.

“Making America Great” is Not Dependent on Last Night’s Election Results

So after last night, everyone is out voicing their opinions, good or bad. Here’s my two cents, knowing that really I don’t have the same wisdom someone more seasoned would. Even so, here goes.
Let me start by saying that yes, I did vote for Trump. Begrudgingly. So really, I don’t feel victorious. Knowing that the outcome of this election has been decided eons ago, I still voted for what I felt was the less awful option. I even gave Sam an excrement analogy that won’t be repeated. I wrestled with the choice for weeks, even months. Never a Trump supporter, in the end, I voted more for the policies and the vice than him. Not that my vote really mattered in our state, but I’m still not sure of my choice.

But this is what we’re stuck with, and the Bible makes it very clear that civil disobedience, breaking the laws, or starting a revolution is sinful. We are to peacefully follow the country’s laws provided they do not force us to violate God’a commandments. I have to obey that, no matter who would be won last night. In either situation though, I would have the same uneasy feeling.

Which brings me to my whole point.This win for Trump is not what going to save this country from its decadence and depravity. Yes, I think Hillary would’ve sped up the process of self-destruction by a little, but I don’t think that Trump is our saving grace. Our culture is so full of wickedness and loves its sin, that only changed hearts can reverse the damage. And only Jesus can change hearts.

Sam and I are doing a study on the book of Daniel, which is fascinating by the way. Along with that study, we are seeing how ever great culture and civilization eventually self-destructed from its love of sin. Virtues and morality became hated, instead of treasured, people worshipped the creation and themselves instead of the one true God, and fell head first into sin and idolatry. 

So many of the things are visible in our culture now. We live in a humanistic, atheistic society that puts everything above God, and revels in its sin. We build powerful weapons that have the potential to cause massive destruction. We simultaneously elevate ourselves over God and have no respect for human life, with millions of children slaughtered in the name of choice every day. We want money, power, all these material things. There are no absolutes in this culture; people can be whoever or whatever they want to be regardless of how destructive it is. The sexual immorality is rampant, with premarital sex, homosexuality, and adultery being accepted and often commended. 

I don’t know if we’re getting closer to the end times. Sometimes I certainly feels that way, although I suppose that has been a common thought since just after Jesus’ resurrection. So I don’t know if it’s the end of the world. But I think America is going to fall. MacArthur said that every nation that tries to establish permanence will fall into dissolution. I think we’ve become that nation. 

Trump, and whatever policies his presidency puts in effect are not going to save us. He can’t change hearts, only Jesus can. And that is the only thing that’s going to possibly turn it around. Israel was the only nation that recovered from its fall, when after the Babylonian captivity they repented. Thats our only hope. To repent and turn away from our sin, and turn to God instead. We can’t save ourselves, and neither can a politician. Jesus is our only hope. 

Time to Grow Up?

I don’t really know what to call this, since these are late night musings. Middle of the night is of course the best time for deep thoughts. Anyway I’ve been in a strange mood lately. I switch from Crying at the Clear Blue commercials on Hulu, to absolutely loving fall and all the leaves. But also, I’ve felt, I don’t know, unsettled I guess.

We’ve been in our house for almost 4 months now, and have mostly settled in. The second bedroom still isn’t finished but I want to get it done asap. But I’m wanting to purge and gut our house. I want to get rid of things that don’t matter and that are just cluttering everything up. 

Part of it is because I spend the majority of the time I’m at home cleaning or organizing something, when I would rather be with Sam and Juliet. And I feel like less stuff= less cleanup = more time with my loves. But also, ever since we lost the baby, I’ve wanted to get rid of so many things that suddenly seemed useless. 

My world was shattered and then it seemed like the things I used to care about didn’t matter. For awhile I didn’t feel like I could identify with any of my old friends or even most of my family. 

I’m doing better. My heart is still broken, but I’m trying to trust in God’s sovereignty and that somehow this will work out for good. I have days where everything seems normal and others where I cry out to God because it hurts so much. 

Anyway, I feel like between that and everything else thats happened over the last couple of years, that my old friends and life seem like it happened to a completely different person. And when I look at what all high school classmates are doing, I feel like its almost another planet.

I guess what it’s coming down to is I really want to purge frivolous and useless things out of my life. I’m reading through Right Thinking in a World Gone Wrong by John MacArthur, and it’s a fantastic read. In the chapters on a biblical perspective towards media and gaming, some of his points really hit home. 

Sam and I have always been a little nerdy. We sometimes watch anime together, have loved pokemon for a long time, and used to play our fair share of video games. Recently, those things have started fading away since we got involved in a real, bible-believing church and have taken on more responsibilities. 

I just feel ready to put most of that stuff away. I still enjoy playing games every once in awhile with Sam or watching those shows, but overall I’m becoming almost irritated with putting any real time or energy into those things. Where I once would devote a decent amount f time into playing things like pokemon or whatever, now I just don’t feel like its a good use of my time. 

I’m actually going to be giving away a lot of my cards and things like that, because like I said, I want to get rid of useless things. And more and more, I just want to fill my mind with the things of God. In the book of Ephesians, Paul talks about the believers walk, and how we need to be walking in holiness, in good works, and, where it hits home for me, we need to walk purposefully and wisely. I want to be focused on eternal things, and not things that will pass by and have no lasting impact. 

I guess it’s time to just grow up. Not that I was super immature before (although I suppose it depends on who you ask), but things are just different now. I have a husband and a dog that need my attention and a mortgage and housework and a job, all that require energy. We lost a child this year. We are still trying to build our family. We are actively seeking to devote more time to prayer and bible study and strengthening our marriage. 

I don’t want to waste my days away fan-girling over fictional characters or play video games all the time. Thats not to say that I won’t ever play games but they can’t be my focus. I want to spread the Gospel to my family and friends. I want to serve in our church and have God use me in whatever way brings glory to Him. If nothing else, the trials of this year have shown me what is truly important. 

Thankfulness in Grief

It’s one of those things you never think can happen to you until it does. I’d known women who had miscarriages. I was saddened by the loss of nieces and nephews, and siblings who I didn’t know about until they were gone. Its a strange thing, to grieve other’s children who you’ll never meet on this side of eternity. 
You hear about how this is national-whatever-awareness-day/month, and maybe you share a Facebook post or something, but you haven’t experienced it, so it really doesn’t affect you all that much. And honestly, I tend to ignore most of these things because sharing a post online or walking or buying a shirt with a catchy slogan on it really doesn’t make a difference. Not to mention, I personally would rather focus on sharing the gospel than on social issues. Because these are all earthly things, and yes, you should be aware of what goes on and if you can do something about it, then do, but ultimately, I’m at the point where I want to focus on heavenly rather than earthly things. 

Today hits home though. A year ago, I read stories of women talking about their experience with infant and pregnancy loss. I cried reading them, and felt sorry, all the while hoping that would never be me. Now I’m the one writing that story. I’ve had fertility struggles resulting from other health issues, and I guess I always assumed that because I had hardship in one area, that if I could overcome that and actually get pregnant,  then everything would be fine. We’d have our babies and that would be it. 

But that’s not how it works. Jesus does not promise us an easy, comfortable life. We will have trials, we will feel pain, and loss, and sorrow. Having a trial in one area doesn’t guarantee that you’re safe in other areas. 

I rejoice in the fact that Sammy will never have to feel pain and sadness here. As difficult as it is, I’m thankful that I will have at least one child that the Lord has mercifully brought home to Him. 

It doesn’t make the pain go away though. I do not mourn as the heathens do, with no hope. My hope rests in Him, totally, completely. A dear friend advised me to find things to thank Him for when this happened, even in the tragedy. I didn’t understand how I could when it first happened, but now, in spite of the pain, I’m am truly thankful that God spared my child, and took it home, even if it meant I never got to hold it. 

I still grieve though. These last few weeks have been difficult for me. I’ve rejoiced in the birth of my friend’s babies, but so often I’m met with the reminder that they get to hold and kiss their sweet babies, while my arms remain empty.

 If Sammy had lived, we would have found out the gender, and started decorating the nursery. I imagine seeing my belly swelling, sending family ultrasound pictures. I see Juliet love on children and babies and mourn the loss of my baby and puppy growing up together as best friends. 

When it happened, I wanted to cry out and ask what was the point of this? What was the point of only loving my child so desperately if I only got a few weeks? I thought I would rather forget it happened.

I’m so, so thankful. Because even if Sammy died, and I never even got an ultrasound picture, I got a few weeks. I had some time. And I will never, ever regret the time I had. 

It changed me. My heart was filled with a different kind of love. I got to spend a small amount of time loving my child and rejoicing in its little life. Sammy made me a mother, although a mother of a child in heaven. 

My heart was broken that day in a way I never imagined possible. I rejoice in God’s mercy in bringing Sammy home, and grieve every day for the same reason. My baby’s life had value, and it was indeed a person, fearfully and wonderfully made by our merciful, gracious, loving Savior. 

I observe the infant and pregnancy loss day for that reason. Yes, I’m a mother, full of grief at losing her precious child. But at the heart of it is recognising that every single child’s life is important. Age, size, location, development, and circumstance have no bearing on the value of someone’s life. God has known everyone since before time began. We need to recognize each little life as His unique, precious creation.

My Child’s Life Mattered, No Matter How Short it Was

Two weeks ago I sat in the urgent care room, numbly listening to the doctors and nurses tell me there was nothing that could be done, that this was probably an isolated event, that I needed to come back to get my hormone levels checked, to make sure that my body was indeed getting rid of my baby effectively. They sent me home, and said that I would likely be fine, that my body seemed to be “doing what it was supposed to”.

 I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to scream that no, expelling my child is not what my body is supposed to do. I’m supposed to protect it, nourish it, not destroy it. My instincts were already in play, telling me to guard my child’s life at all costs. Instead, I sat powerless, feeling that tiny life slowly ebb away, feeling as though my body was betraying me, betraying my baby.

 I had had a feeling for days before that this was coming. The weekend prior, I’d suddenly come down with a high fever. Knowing that this was a potential danger, and that I don’t get fevers unless there is truly something wrong, I panicked. Everyone kept telling me that everything would be fine, that I needed to calm down. On Monday, the spotting came. That’s when I knew. We went to urgent care, and all they could tell us was that they weren’t sure what was going on, that it was too early to tell, but most likely it was nothing. Not good news, not bad news. 

I kept hearing stay positive, that this was very common, that the baby would probably be just fine. But I felt it. When I saw that pink line the first time, I immediately had an explanation for several things. In the week that followed, I felt so different. Every wave of nausea, every bout of ravenous hunger, the complete exhaustion filled me with joy. 

As soon as I got sick, those feelings started going away. I kept trying to explain them away, and still held out some hope. But I knew. In the days preceeding, I begged God to please let me keep my baby, to protect it from my body. Still, I knew how it would end.

On Thursday I started bleeding. There was no more hope at that point, and the doctors at urgent care later that day confirmed it. My baby was dead. 

As I spent the next few days watching my body get rid of my baby, I tried to understand what the point of it all was. I was angry at God, and asked why. Why, why did I get pregnant when we didn’t think it was possible yet, only to lose my baby so quickly? What was the point to this grief? Why did I have to deal with infertility for the past two years, only to lose the baby I so desperately wanted when I was actually able to conceive? 

I’m not angry at God. I still don’t understand what the point is, but I know that my baby is with Him. It’s devastating to me, but my child is with the only One who could ever love it more that I do. It won’t know pain and suffering out here. For whatever reason, it was in His sovereign plan that this little one wouldn’t live here on earth, but reside with its heavenly Father. 

In His divine plan, this little one had a purpose during its short few weeks on earth. My baby’s life mattered. I only got a few weeks with this one. I will never be able to hold him, kiss him, tell him how much Mama loves him. But my baby’s life was important. It touched us in ways we couldn’t have imagined. It changed the very core of my being. 

I’ve heard multiple times that one day I will be a mother. But that statement doesn’t make sense to me. I recognize the humanity of my little one. God knew my baby before it was conceived. My baby was a person, and the fact that it was about the size of a sesame seed when it died has no bearing on its personhood. I am a mother, but my baby is not in my arms, but in my Holy Father’s. I felt the rush of a love so powerful, so protective. The responsibility of guardianship over another life. I pray that we have more children here on earth, but they won’t be a replacement for this one. They will be an addition. I didn’t know this baby well, but I know that its life was distinct, and that it mattered. 

I have been torn between wanting to talk about it, and wanting no one to know. Although it doesn’t make for a very happy conversation, I feel like not sharing undermines the value of my baby’s life. We don’t talk about miscarriage, because to most people, its just not a baby yet, especially early on. But that’s just not true. “Before I knit you in your mother’s womb, I knew you.” 

So I will talk. Because every single baby’s life is precious, no matter how short it is, or how developed. And every child’s life should be celebrated. 

I will cry, and I will have days where the grief overwhelms me. Because no matter how tiny it was, I have lost a child. 

And I will rejoice in the fact that my precious baby is with the Lord, and look forward to the day I meet it in heaven.
And I will thank Him for those short weeks I had to love my baby and celebrate its life. And I will praise God for his grace and mercy, and for his blessings, even in the midst of tragedy. 

For Sammy Angel Clements- home with the Lord on August 11, 2016.

A Little Line That Changes Everything

I am still in some disbelief. The lines are pale, but clearly visible. Three tests over the last couple of days and the line is still there. I don’t quite know how to feel. I’ve wanted this, prayed for this, for the last two years. My heart has ached and my arms have felt empty. But I’m so worried.

For the last four years my body has hurt me. Everything kept going wrong, and I still have no answers. Its been attacking me, and rebelling against me. So now, I’m terrified that it’ll destroy my child, in the same way that it destroyed my health and even my hope for awhile. 

I didn’t think it was possible. At least not now. I’ve been disappointed so many times in the last couple of years. I don’t dare to hope right now. Every fiber of my being is racked with doubt and fear. 

Sam was excited. He’s concerned as usual, about supporting us, and worries if he will be a good father. I have faith in him, and I even have some faith in myself that we can handle this. Easy? Not at all. But I don’t want easy. I want a family. 

We’ve told a tiny handful of people. My family doesn’t even know yet. And honestly, although at first I wanted to share it, I’m almost regretting it now. Because I don’t trust my body, and I don’t want people to get excited for nothing. More so, I think I don’t want to get too excited. I want to guard my heart and my emotions before I get too attached. 

On the other hand, I think about how that’s silly, not getting too attached. Because I already am. From the second I saw that line, after my jaw dropped in disbelief,  my world changed. This little peanut is ours. And no matter how long the Lord entrusts us with this little one, whether its a few days or many years, I will love and protect this child with everything I have. 

And though it’s so early, and so many things could go wrong, I want this child’s life to be recognized. “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you” (Jer 1:5). God knows my baby, it is His creation. No matter what happens, this child is a person. And obviously I’ve been pro life for quite some time now, but this solidifies it. It’s a different ball game now. I want to celebrate and rejoice in my baby’s life, regardless of how long or short. I don’t trust my body, but I trust God. And He will work this for good, for His glory, in whatever way that may be. 

Lord, watch over my child. Protect him or her from the dangers of my body. For years I’ve prayed for this child, I’ve ached for it. You know the deepest desires of my heart. I know that whatever may happen, it will be made to bring You glory. I pray that whatever the outcome, that I continue to trust in Your sovereignty and grace, and that I be steadfast in my faith in You. If it is according to Your will, I pray that You let this baby grow healthy and strong, and let us raise it according to Your will. Thank you, dear Lord, for blessing us with this precious child. Amen. 

I’m Buying My Dog and That’s Not Wrong

The thing I want to write about tonight is kind of odd, mostly because there are several other big things that I’ve been thinking about. Things that I plan on writing about, but am still not done mulling and praying over.

So tonight, I’m thinking about the puppy we’re going to get tomorrow. Now both of us have had dogs before, and we’ve even had some dogs together while we’ve been married, but this is going to be OUR first dog. And as a gift to me, Sam has decided it’s okay for us to pay a rather large sum and buy a labradoodle from a breeder. It’s a decision that I’ve been thinking about for over a year. I knew that once we’d get into our own place and get settled, we would get a dog. What I wasn’t sure of was where our dog would come from. I’ve been super pro rescue basically my whole life, and to be honest, I even, in a terribly prideful way, looked down on anyone who would “shop” instead of adopt. Well after a lot of thought, I’ve decided that not only is that not necessarily wrong, but it can even be the right decision sometimes.

I’m going to give a little bit of background as to how I arrived at this decision. After spending the last few years either owning or living with dogs that were adopted or (and honestly, I think this is just a foolish decision) bought off craigslist, I was at the end of my rope. While also having wonderful qualities, all of these dogs either had health or behavior issues that were pretty severe. And after living with dogs who are such neurotic messes that no amount of behavior modification or medication can improve it, I am ready for a break. I didn’t want to, once again, try and  fix the mess that someone else created. I just don’t have it in me. So yes, I’m choosing to spend money and buy a dog that is healthy, whose parents are healthy and behaved, who will be sweet to our future children, and who hasn’t been turned into a psychotic mess. I’m sure in the future we will adopt a shelter dog, but for right now, I’m not up for it. 

I’m not writing this as an adoption vs buying argument, because really, how anyone acquires their pets, provided they’re not breaking any laws, is not any of my business. Rather, its meant as a reflection on the types of issues we tend to place importance or impose morality on. A lot of people, myself included for awhile, are now almost afraid to admit that yes, I actually bought my pet instead of adopted. Because some people, and again I was part of this group at one time, will go and try to make you feel guilty over a choice that objectively, is not immoral. And the thing is, this is just an example of how society’s priorities are completely skewed.

I love animals, especially dogs.  I always have. I even almost entered the veterinary field before realizing that mentally, I’m not cut out for it. But for as much as I love them, I know that you cannot elevate them in importance above people. And I think we often do. We’ve begun to worship the creation instead of the Creator. So many people look down on, chastise, ridicule, or even vilify someone who choses to “shop” instead of adopt, or eat meat, or wear fur, or various other things of that nature. Yet these same people are also the ones who are also supporting things that are explicitly stated as sinful (abortion, adultery, homosexuality, etc).

My point is that our priorities are just so completely off base. If someone feels that they personally shouldn’t eat meat because its wrong, that’s fine. I can respectfully disagree with them, but that is their choice and what I think doesn’t really matter. Because these are gray area issues. They are not inherently sinful. If you feel you shouldn’t participate in those sorts of things, then by all means, don’t. But the person who does participate is not wrong for doing so. 

At the same time, we should speak out against those things that are explicitly stated as evil or sinful in the Bible, and we are not wrong for doing so. Its all about priorities. We shouldn’t spend all our time criticizing people for things like what they eat, but completely ignore and even lend support to activities that are actually wrong and sinful. You can’t try to take away someone’s choice about where they get their pet, and at the same time say a woman should have the right to choose if she wants to kill her baby. It’s wrong evil, and not only that, its completely illogical. 

This post has gotten pretty long so I’m going to leave with this. We can have an opinion on just about everything, but if it’s not explicitly stated as sinful in the Bible, we shouldn’t impose that idea on others. If, on the other hand, something is a sin, we absolutely and unequivocally must reject it and speak out against it.