Someone quipped, “The world is moving so fast these days that the one who says it can’t be done is generally interrupted by someone doing it.”
I thought rather cynically about this quote as I listened to the Supreme Court argue over the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA). Just a decade and a half ago, this legislation was signed into law, defining marriage for federal purposes as the union of one man and one woman.
DOMA came as a safeguard against individual states redefining marriage and forcing the federal government (the whole nation!) to treat same-sex marriage as legitimate.
The purpose of surgery is to heal, to mend, to rid the body of disease, legions, blockages and the like. Surgery may involve knitting that which has been torn, or removing that which poses danger. To be sure, no surgery is to be taken lightly, as it involves cutting, and the like, and yet its results are often miraculous, restoring mobility, sight, and health.
And then there's surgical abortion, the surgery that lives in a world of euphemisms, and is rightfully ashamed. Surgical abortion, the kind that happens at Planned Parenthood clinic, involves cutting, but brings no health, rids the body of no disease. While surgery can be a life saver, surgical abortion does nothing other than to end the life of a human being, and to do it in a way that no one wants to talk about. In removing a heart blockage, in excising a tumor, there is a sense of accomplishment, but now we are dealing with the body of baby. This is no lumpectomy, but a baby.
When I received my positive COVID test I was prepared to deal with the body aches, fever, lung congestion, and even the fatigue. I was not prepared for the one symptom no one talks about: fear.
I am old, overweight, have COPD, heart stints, and artificial joints. Ever since March 2020, I have been consistently told by my medical professionals, “If you get COVID, you will die.” My doctors instilled in me a fear that the only place I would go is to the funeral home if I visited my grandchildren, went to the store, worshipped in my church, or flew in an airplane. The media and the government added to the fear as I heard daily case numbers, hospital shortages, death rates, shelter in place orders, and mask mandates. I was led to believe that if I ventured outside without a mask I would either die or cause others to. I lived in fear.