“Like a boil that must be opened with all its ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must be exposed to the light of human conscience before it can be cured.” - Martin Luther King Jr It’s been a long time since I posted anything - RealLifeTM and other projects have jostled... Continue Reading →
This week has been full of dramatic events (and no, I’m not referring to the pointless mini-dramas of my own life... those tend to be eye-roll worthy, but not blog-worthy). A poor tourist in a caravan got swept off a cliff in Ireland, Brexit is only six months away (pause to cheer or sob uncontrollably), and Naz Shah, Labour’s shadow minister for equalities, said that pre-natal testing for gender is bad because it allows women to abort baby girls (but it’s apparently still ok to screen for Down’s syndrome). Phew.
Unless you’ve been living under a giant rock, you must have heard the slogan ‘my body, my choice’. Four short and simple words; an ad hominem that's become a sort of war cry for females across the English-speaking world. It’s a giant shield brought out in defence of any argument against abortion; it’s played as a trump card, the ‘beats rock, paper and scissors’ of this moral minefield.
Since I’ve written quite a bit about women lately, I thought it was only fair that I also write about men – the fellas seem to have more than enough problems of their own. Men are far more likely than women to commit suicide, die in the workplace, die in combat, become victims of homicide... Continue Reading →
Last month, every time I turned on the TV or read the news on the internet, there was some new sexual abuse or harassment scandal being plastered on my screen. Last year it was the Church of England. Then it was Hollywood. Then it was the Olympics gymnast doctor scandal. Then it was #MeToo. Then it was that Aziz Ansari story. Then it was the President’s Club. I suppose one incident naturally sparked another and another, but the scale of this uncovering has been huge.
Is it just me, or is challenging ideas you don't agree with becoming a bit of a taboo in this country? Maybe it has something to do with the combative nature of openly disagreeing with anything – a concept that, let’s face it, is distasteful to British society as a whole. We're not very good at conflict, are we? As Christians we err on the side of extreme caution when it comes to contentious issues. Aren’t we just called to love our neighbour, not impose our morality on others?
Here it is. The topic you probably wish I hadn't touched. Messy. Divisive. Emotionally loaded. When I was younger, abortion was quite an abstract word. Of course, I knew what it was, but it was vague. I knew little then about life in the womb and even less about what an abortion procedure really is. Once I got informed, my heart was changed for good.