Talk about two different types of thoughts packed into one post. The first is entirely silly and the second ought not be controversial (but, sadly, it is).
The First: With everyone who did the responsible thing on this civic “holy” day sporting their “I voted” sticker, I can’t help but think of how all Catholics look after dutifully assisting at Mass on Ash Wednesday. Smudges on the forehead mark off one, little red-white-and-blue stickers mark off the other. Just a silly thought.
The Second: Been thinking about the notion that some (like Father Charles Curran) cling to in rationalizing their support for abortion “rights,” viz, “There is no consensus as to when life begins, so you can’t restrict a woman’s rights just because you ‘think’ it’s a human with a right to life.” An analogy came to mind.
Imagine you were going to buy a diamond necklace. You had every intention of buying the nicest, most expensive diamond necklace. You had saved up a looooong time to buy the largest rock available, with the most exquisite setting, and the finest craftsmanship. You’re going to spend a fortune.
You’d want to be absolutely certain that what you drop the money on is diamond, and not cubic zirconia, right? You’d want to be really sure, wouldn’t you? You’d do all due diligence to make sure the store didn’t sneak one by you and sell you something that isn’t diamond, right? I thought so.
If it matters that much to make sure it’s really a diamond before spending a boatload of money, why doesn’t it militate against allowing abortion that we’re not sure if the separate, alive, different zygote is truly an ensouled human, and thus in possession of an intrinsic right to life?
Our justice system is “innocent until proven guilty,” not “inhuman and therefore expendable until proven human.” We institutionally err on the side of caution in all things except the life of the unborn. Is life worth less than a diamond necklace?