Dear Pro-Lifers

TW: this is an intense blog post.

Dear Pro-Lifers,

Now’s your chance. For decades, generations, we’ve been crying that all life matters, that God’s will for us is to be fruitful and multiply, fill the Earth and subdue it (which is the Old Testament maxim by the way, the NT says go preach the gospel and Love one Another as God has loved us).

Pro-life progressives

I know you feel persecuted, that we as Christians are coming in for that cursing and reviling that is supposed to signal we’re blessed. But, team, bad news: we’re getting cursed and reviled because we’re acting like asshats. Coughing and walking around unmasked, unvaxxed in public spaces crying “freedom over tyranny” is not preaching Jesus, crucified and risen to bring redemption to every human who chooses New Life. It’s being asshats.

NOW IS OUR CHANCE. Mask up, to prove you love people in Jesus’ name, and so the predictions of 150,000 deaths per day in August’s peak can go down to 1500—as the best modeling math says it would.

Vaccine is the gift of a loving God who created science so we could learn the rules. We don’t fight gravity on a daily basis, declaring it tyranny from the Satanic underworld (even though it pulls down). We thank God for a sense of right, wrong, balance, and even fun, as we buy our kids trampolines, knowing they’ll come back to us after they launch squealing with glee into the air. It’s part of God’s natural laws. It’s freaking science. An awesome gift from a loving God.

Time to prove we are Pro-Life: value the life of my 79-year-old husband, who could get sick because Walmart is full of Right to Lifers. Value the lives of your neighbors as yourselves. Prove the things we’ve been saying for so long about how much God values individual lives. Not the thing a Pro-Lifer sent me in a long Facebook diatribe, that sacrifices of the non-innocent must be made for the greater good of Freedom.

Don’t try that “we meant innocent lives” argument, because the next step in that dance is turning the “why we shouldn’t abort” argument back on you: a child born into poverty in, say, India, where poverty means not eating rather than eating crappy commodity food, cannot be aborted to avoid starvation, because who made us God to judge what could happen to that child over the years. That child could grow up to cure cancer.

But we have Freedom to judge adults, perhaps like my husband a senior citizen who devoted his life to making the world a kinder place, and other adults who have tried to follow God’s laws their whole lives? Because “they’re not innocent lives?” Why, because they don’t go to your church— or, at this point, live in your theological encampment?

Pro-Life is so easy when it’s the Unborn. They don’t demand things, and once they’re safely out of the womb, we can dismiss the situation—we’ve been doing it for decades. Our work there is done: no safety net, no soup for them, because, work for it. Except we just said have that baby or go to Hell, so working for it is not exactly an option, ‘cause, see, not everyone lives in the nuclear suburban lifestyle some preach God ordained, so friends and relations can’t watch the baby.

These days, when someone asks about my beliefs, I say “New Testament Christian, not Republican Christian.” And they laugh. But this isn’t funny. The NT maxim does say “the gospel is preached to the nation, and then the end comes.” This “my freedom over your safety” message isn’t good news, that Jesus loves us and made a path to redemption for us. It borders on prosperity gospel; God loves ME and neither one of us cares what happens to you. It is a nasty message full of briars and thistles choking out True Life, all about how we can cause the deaths of others with impunity because, Freedom.

We’re doing it wrong, pro-lifers. Mask up. Vaccinate. Preach the Good News. And then the end will come. We’re not going anyplace swimming in circles in this stew of useless vitriol. God loves you, and I ain’t wearing a mask. God loves you, and the virus is fake. God loves you, but I don’t.

Please, please, get this right, Pro-Lifers. What Life do you stand for: the one you believe God wants to give everyone, or the one God wants to give you, full of preferential treatment and favor because you know God personally? You know that was the plan for all of us, right, to know God and make God known, and enjoy the knowing along the way?

Pro-Lifers, we are fond of scriptures. Try these: Isaiah 54:2 “Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back; lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes. For you will spread out to the right and to the left; your descendants will dispossess nations and settle in their desolate cities.” Expand the definition: Pro-Life isn’t supposed to mean, cannot realistically mean, unborn only, and be a message of love for humanity. Not in a pandemic, kids

Matthew 18:6, Luke 17:2 – don’t make the little ones, the ones who don’t know God, stumble.

And Mark 16:15 – go into the world and preach the gospel to EVERY LIVING CREATURE.

Please, Pro-Lifers, last chance: get this right. There’s a world out there that needs to know the Loving God we know. Not the hissing representatives between God and them.

The Monday Book: UNWIND by Neal Shusterman

So yeah, most readers have a secret fondness for at least one area of YA fiction. Mine is dystopians and fantasy. And frankly, as far as I can tell, these days all YA fantasy IS dystopian.

I picked up UNWIND by Neal Shusterman to shelve it, from a box that came in for trade. And got intrigued with the premise on the back cover, about the last American war (The Heartland War) being fought over reproductive rights. And how now life begins at conception but from 13-18 a child can  be “unwound,” body parts farmed out for all sorts of operations for all sorts of reasons. It’s a boon to the economy and really a good deal for everyone except the Unwound Kids.

And it all goes from there. The book follows three kids, one whose parents give up on him, one a ward of the state, and one a tithe, from a family who has ten kids. Shusterman actually begins the four sections of this novel with quotes from ebay, denying someone the right to sell his soul (because if it doesn’t exist it’s fraud, and if it does exist it’s body parts, which they don’t allow), another about Ukranian orphans being organ harvested in 2003 (mass grave found outside the orphanage and shut down after outrage) and a third about Einstein and consciousness.

Shusterman’s book is intended to be more terrifying than gross. It goes for the jugular. And of course it has parts that just don’t hold up, but one really needs to enter this dystopia with a little willing suspension of disbelief, or what’s the point? And once you have, it’s a lot like reading Sheri Tepper. The exquisite sarcasm crafted so carefully in the words of those who escape Unwinding, reflecting back the odd slogans about bodies and rights, is funny. Dark, but funny.

It’s a creepy book, but well-plotted, with solid characters that don’t just serve as straw men. You know the people in this novel, which makes it all the more disturbing how some of them meet their end.

Two thumbs up (both still attached, thanks) for UNWIND.