This Christian’s take on abortion is where it’s at!

Over at Instagram, I follow this Puerto Rican dude named Carlos Rodriguez who posts some of the best liberal Christian propaganda ever.

This post above moved me. Loved it and loved how it represents how I think Christianity should be, but it’s not. It reads:

“The unborn” are a convenient group of people to advocate for.

They never make demands of you; they are morally uncomplicated, unlike the incarcerated, addicted, or the chronically poor; they don’t resent your condescension or complain that you are not politically correct; unlike widows, they don’t ask you to question patriarchy; unlike orphans, they don’t need money, education, or childcare; unlike aliens, they don’t bring all that racial, cultural, and religious baggage that you dislike; they allow you to feel good about yourself without any work at creating or maintaining relationships; and when they are born, you can forget about them, because they cease to be unborn.

It’s almost as if, by being born, they have died to you. You can love the unborn and advocate for them without substantially challenging your own wealth, power, or privilege, without re-imagining social structures, apologizing, or making reparations to anyone. They are, in short, the perfect people to love if you want to claim you love Jesus but actually dislike people who breathe.

Prisoners? Immigrants? The sick? The poor? Widows? Orphans? All the groups that are specifically mentioned in the Bible? They all get thrown under the bus for the unborn.”

and we’re back …

Yesterday, Tina, the pups and I drove back up to Chicago from North Carolina. It took us around 11 hours and 15 minutes.

The drive is beautiful through the south. It gets flatter and flatter as you get closer to Illinois.

Along the way, we see both the most beautiful sights and the worst. The above shot was taken in Virginia, not on this trip, but one in the middle of the month.

Or you have this one in Ohio, which is scary and maddening that we live in country that this pride became emboldened with the former guy’s presidency.

On road trips, we listen to podcasts. Finding one that resonates with us both can be a challenge. I usually drive and Tina will search top options. We enjoy the murder mystery thriller genre(s).

She’ll play trailers for around three or four options. We’ll democratically choose one.

And off we go.

The first one we tried was called “The Devil Within” about a murder in the 80s in the midst of the Satanic Panic. A promising scholar and athletic young high schooler killed his mom in what appeared to be a satanic ritual.

The writer of the podcast was one of those guys who looked in the mirror one day and said, “I can make a podcast. I took a creative writing class in college.” And off he goes to Bestbuy to pickup a microphone and launch his career as a star journalist recounting the urban legend of a mentally unstable young man who killed his mom. Meanwhile, he skipped the day when the creative writing teacher explained language should not interfere with the story. Tell the story and let it carry the audience. This writer wanted to carry the audience with big words and fluff.

Or maybe he wanted to fill up time.

We were bored within 5 minutes, but gave it 30 (which felt like hours). And then turned it off.

The next one we turned on was called “Bad, Bad Thing” about a murder suicide from 2018 stemming from a love triangle in which the husband cheated on his wife with younger boss by 20 years. The husband floundered on the topic of should he leave his wife or not, meanwhile trying to have his cake and eat it too. His wife’s mental state unravelled even more than it already had from years of mental health neglect, and she ended up killing the girlfriend and shooting herself.


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