Terry Schiavo
Tony and I were talking during our anniversary lunch about the Terry Schiavo case. We really feel the Lord is drawing the nations attention to this case for a reason. Perhaps challenging us on our stand on life. We are becoming reckless. Life to the guilty, death to the innocent. Barabbas verses Jesus. What kind of people are we when we allow a husband to kill his wife? For ANY reason.
I agree with the President. "Err on the side of life." I mean, who wouldn't want to give life a chance? Who wouldn't you want that consideration for you own life!? I would.
In the case of Terry Schiavo, there is no proof, other than her husband's word, that she would not want to be on "life support." I wonder if Terry imagined a feeding tube would be considered "life support." She's living and breathing on her own. She's just unable to feed and cloth herself.
Is that's the litmus test for whether a person dies or not? Quality of life? What about newborns? Two year olds? The mentally challenged or physically impared. What about death row inmates? What kind of quality of life do they have? Yet, they are defended every day. A jury of their peers find them guilty of a capital crime, they are sentenced according to the law, yet people cry, "Unfair. Inhumane! How dare we..."
It's his word against an innocent, non-communicative woman. How does anyone know what Terry would want but Terry? Where are the feminist? Where is the outcry about doing something with a woman's body that she may not want? The outcry of a man starving a woman? How dare he!
Can a husband shoots his wife in cold blood and claim when he's arrested, "She wanted to die and asked me to shoot her."
So, is it legit? No. How is this case any different? You can't ask the murdered woman. You can't ask Terry Schiavo. We, the people, the government, should protect her.
Wasn't it Nazi Germany and Stalinist Russia that routinely killed people because they didn't deem their life worth living? We already have the blood of millions of babies on our heads, do we want the blood of the Terry Schiavo's of the world on our hands, too?
Come Lord Jesus, come.
posted by
Rachel Hauck @ 10:52 PM
Rach, isn't that almost scary? Our church does a monthly nursing home visit, and some of the residents who get wheeled to our hymn sing, can't walk, can't talk, can't feed themselves, can't respond other than noises. Who's to say who lives, who dies? What's "quality of life," really? Could this inspire other family members to insist that their loved ones "don't want to live" anymore? We've gotten so backwards in our thinking. Sad-sad-sad.