For my first entry into my inaugural blog, I want to make a comment concerning Good Friday. While Terri Schiavo suffers at the hands of her murderous husband, I feel helpless to do anything about it. Sure, I called and e-mailed the governor and spoke up on her behalf. I have prayed for her several times a day. But I still feel helpless.
I wonder what Jesus' supporters felt while watching Him hang on the cross. Helpless? Probably. Desperate? Angry? Despondent? Maybe any or all of these. I think I'm feeling all of these today.
I am thankful that there is always the hope of Sunday morning. Though skies are dark today, I know there will be a final resurrection that will wipe every cloud away. Justice will be done. The innocent will be exonerated, and the guilty will be swept into judgment. May God bring His righteous hand to bear soon.
In the meantime, I fear that our nation is plunging into a culture of death far more quickly than I had imagined earlier. If Terri dies at the hands of her husband, this will be a watershed event that may dwarf the significance of Roe versus Wade. Not only will there be a precedent for cruelly starving human beings based on the word of an obviously unfaithful husband, we will likely move into an era in which it will become our duty to die when our lives become inconvenient. Mark my words. Those days are upon us.