Responding to the rad 2K sibboleth…

(Tim) The post calling into question the compassion of radical 2K men has a couple of them riled up. They say they do give a rip about the bloodshed of innocents at the heart of our civil compact here in these United States. They think abortion is evil, they say, and there you have it.

One of them goes on to say, though, that he also gives a rip about other injustices people like me are silent about: like, for instance, that our nation has killed many innocent people in wars on foreign soils; and that, here at home, there remain many Americans underserved by our health care providers.

My answer?

Well, something about subsidiarity and proportionalism. First, subsidiarity.

It’s a good principle of government to keep things as small and decentralized as possible…

Each of us is within ten to sixty minutes of a baby slaughterhouse and can easily go there to offer medical help, adoption, love, and warning with calls to repentance to those engaged in the slaughter—both the mothers and the murderers they are paying.

Not so much the Pentagon and USMC, and this assumes the moral equivalency our rad 2K brother espouses is legitimate. But if he wants, I say more power to him if he makes a trip to Washington DC to protest our federal servants’ foreign and military policy. Nothing like citizens from the hinterlands to remind servants who it is, precisely, they’re serving.

And concerning health care: why not speak to the head of your community hospital and offer money to him to help with the next indigent patient who walks through the emergency room doors needing care but lacking insurance or the money to pay for it? Also, if the rad 2K man is a pastor, he could engage the physicians of his congregation about ways to practice charity medicine without getting in trouble for Medicaid fraud.

In other words, caring about the slaughter of the unborn is no reason not to care about other moral evils surrounding us.

But here’s my problem. The very arguments that equate the injustice of some lacking health care and others dying in wars of American imperialism demonstrate rad 2Kers don’t give a rip about the slaughter of the unborn. How can a man be concerned about something he knows nothing about? Which is to say, line up all the innocent victims who are dead because they lacked health care or were caught in the sights of the US military serving American imperialism and put them next to all the victims of the slaughter of the unborn causing blood to flow ceaselessly into our gutters and sewage treatment plants, and the proportions of one and the other will make you retch. Trust me—I’ve done the numbers. What proportion is a few thousand each year to 1,300,000 year after year after year. And this is just unborn babies; we’re not counting the newborn defective and feeble and elderly also murdered all around us each day. Read about it and listen to your doctors and nurses, brothers! It’s in your homes and the hospital rooms of your church members.

Then we have the lousy implication or argument of moral equivalency, as if the evil of American imperialism (about which I’ve written) is an evil similar in weight to the cold-blooded slaughter of unborn babies. Get real, men! Have a heart. Think. Study. If you’re still able, feel, even.

A certain rad 2K man disses me and my concern about the unborn by offhanded references to the Sixth Commandment being my favorite or precious or only command. Really, that says a lot, doesn’t it?

Talk about the absence of concern and compassion and action and preaching against the sacrifice to Molech consuming the Western world today and a Reformed luminary gets into a snit about how preachers shouldn’t be fixated on the Sixth Commandment.

Says it all.

Out riding last Friday (9/10/10) and I got caught by a train on Poe Road, about 12 miles from home. It was only the second time in five years I’ve had to stop for a train—the first was earlier that same week on the same Norfolk & Southern line, a country block north of Poe on Long Judson. The engineer was waving, though you can’t see it in my hurried phone-camera picture.

Out riding last Friday (9/10/10) and I got caught by a train on Poe Road, about 12 miles from home. It was only the second time in five years I’ve had to stop for a train—the first was earlier that same week on the same Norfolk & Southern line, a country block north of Poe on Long Judson. The engineer was waving, though you can’t see it in my hurried phone-camera picture.

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