Sons of old Congregationalists became Unitarians. Sons of Unitarians became social workers. Children of social workers became LGBTQIA*. This is America in a nutshell from the 1700s to the 2000s—and what I learned from Francis Schaeffer and Dr. D. Clair Davis.
Things are accelerating now, like a snowball down a mountain. Not just Christians saying that, but everyone. The godless exult in it, of course, like the bad boys brought by Honest John to Pleasure Island, given permission to drink and smoke and wreck the place and do all the things good little boys don’t. They do not see that it’s a trap, and that after they make jackasses of themselves they become real jackasses, sprouting donkey ears and losing their humanity. Now the end-time verses of the Bible kick in:
“But these, like irrational animals, creatures of instinct, born to be caught and destroyed, blaspheming about matters of which they are ignorant, will also be destroyed in their destruction, suffering wrong as the wage for their wrongdoing. They count it pleasure to revel in the daytime. They are blots and blemishes, reveling in their deceptions, while they feast with you. They have eyes full of adultery, insatiable for sin. They entice unsteady souls. … These are waterless springs and mists driven by a storm. For them the gloom of utter darkness has been reserved. For, speaking loud boasts of folly, they entice by sensual passions of the flesh those who are barely escaping from those who live in error. They promise them freedom, but they themselves are slaves of corruption” (2 Peter 2:12-19).
A good journalist proves her point with quotes and sources, but the proofs are all around and I would bore you with redundancy: 1.3 billion abortions worldwide since 1980. University student healthcare plans include sex-change coverage. Hook-up generation. Adam and Steve atop the wedding cake. BDSM** dungeons in midtown Manhattan. Politicians clambering aboard the gay parade float. Serious discussions of “marriage” to include multiple spouses. “Morning after” pills available to 15-year-olds over the counter. Fiancée-jilting, gay-turning, basketball-playing Jason Collins lionized. GLAAD*** looking like a gray old lady. “Tolerance” of homosexuality rejected for insistence on “celebration.” Fifty Shades of Grey.
At the Philadelphia Gosnell murder trial, the prosecutor’s closing statement to the jury was already obsolete before it left his mouth. Here he was saying: “Outside the mother all things change. … Once a baby is outside the mother it is a human being and the doctor is obliged to give it care. … It is necessary that physicians are held to strict rules.” He was apparently unaware that 1,200 miles south, Planned Parenthood’s Alisa Snow was telling Florida lawmakers that when an aborted baby is accidentally born alive, whether you kill it or save it is a matter “entirely up to the doctor, the woman, and the family.”
In college days in the ’70s, if we had a night like the one our nation is having now, we would wake up in the morning embarrassed as all get-out and hope to God no one ever found out the ass we had made of ourselves. Ah, for such moral times! We still had the capacity to blush then. But now have the prophet’s words come true: “Were they ashamed when they committed abomination? No, they were not at all ashamed; they did not know how to blush” (Jeremiah 6:15).
A word to anyone out there still listening. Here is the rest of the prophecy: “Thus says the Lord: ‘Stand by the roads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is; and walk in it. … But they said, “We will not walk in it.” I set watchmen over you, saying, “Pay attention to the sound of the trumpet!” But they said, “We will not pay attention.” Therefore hear, O nations, and know, O congregation, what will happen to them. Hear, O earth; behold, I am bringing disaster upon this people, the fruit of their devices. … Fathers and sons together, neighbor and friend shall perish.’”