My mom has kept pretty much every article I’ve written in the past 17 years. I recently shuffled through her collection for the first time and read a few lines that I had written – stories about the kids – so many years ago.
One told of Madalen as a little girl, maybe not even a year old. Nicolas, her 4-year-old brother, was deeply smitten with her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her head and cheeks.
He came to me and told me he thought Madalen was “coot,” and he wanted to marry her. He was annoyed when I told him it wasn’t allowed. I told him that he and his sister could go and start religious orders together, like Saints Benedict and Scholastica. That appeased him.
I don’t know why old pictures and stories of my children make my heart warm and happy, and also a little sad at the same time. It was so long ago. They were little, and chubby, and so very, very innocent.
It had only been a day or so since watching The Sound of Freedom when I found the columns. It made the experience different, remembering the affection and innocence of my little ones. The black-and-white difference between the holy, childish love of a brother and sister, and the evil, twisted violation of perverted beings.
When I watched the movie I kept asking myself, how can this be? How can the evil be so widespread? Surely there can only be a handful of people so twisted inside that they would destroy the innocence, the meaning of affection and love, in a child.
The answers didn’t take long in coming. Of course, the evil is widespread. For decades we have allowed, and paid for, the most innocent and untouched to be murdered in tidy clinics.
We have declared with our silence, our boredom, our political choices or lack thereof, that a child is a product, a plaything, a choice to keep or discard if we feel it has become a burden.
Of course, people – who were probably hurt by someone else who regarded them as an object – would look at innocent children and only see flesh. Only a little earlier, according to the law, they were just flesh, clumps of cells to discard or keep as one wanted. It’s no surprise that the evil is widespread.
When Ted Bundy was about to be executed, he only allowed Dr. James Dobson, the Christian psychologist and founder of Focus of the Family, to interview him. When asked what he thought contributed to his actions, he answered that while he did not know why he did the things he did, he did know one thing: all of the men convicted of violent offences against women had one thing in common: an addiction to pornography.
Pornography, working like a hard drug, leaves the brain needing higher levels of dopamine to be satisfied. The pornography, like heroin, must become more and more vile to appease the addiction.
I’ve had people tell me they assume every man watches porn; that they may deny it but it’s true.
I don’t believe this, but I know that I can’t take my sons down certain pathways of the mall because there are massive posters of women selling themselves as a thing. No man can really avoid the flesh thrown at them. So, yes, of course the evil is widespread.
I recently had the sad opportunity to review “sex education” leaflets handed out in B.C. and Saskatchewan schools. Few times in my life have I been so disturbed and disgusted.
I told Scott that I couldn’t even bring myself to speak out loud what was drawn and written on those hell-bound sheets of paper. They are, today, being offered to your children, and the system preaches that it is its prerogative to do so.
We have chosen to give this power to the system to educate – excuse me, brainwash – our children with godless, twisted, perversion. The faith, the morals, the trust our kids have in us as their parents, that natural affection and bonding, is stripped away, and we pay the system to do it.
Yet, while the evil is widespread, so is the beauty that counters it. If you have ever held your child and wondered in awe at his beauty, his innocence, at his God-like creation, then you must know this: it is not inevitable that your child must turn away from you, detach, and take the lead from someone else.
It is not inevitable that they will despoil your child’s innocence as well as others. It isn’t normal to give godless strangers power over your child’s mind.
We are the protectors of our children – their love, innocence, and understanding of what it means to be human, to be more than flesh. And God will call us to account for any evil we have contributed that harms one of his little ones.
We must cherish and defend beauty, because Beauty will save the world.
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