Monthly Archives: October 2006
I want to clarify something I wrote in my post on government and morality. When I say that it is the government’s job to impose morality on its citizens, I mean it to the extent of the government’s obligation to protect human life and secure basic human rights for all (moral judgments I believe the government does have a right to impose on its citizens) So, if a government rules over a people where the majority or minority of the people believe in ethnic cleansing or killing religious apostates, then the government not only has the right, but the duty (according to the New Testament perspective on the role of government) to secure the right to life and religious freedom for all of its citizens, even if the majority of the people do not want these rights and liberties. This is why I can say that, once a politician recognizes a fetus as an authentic human being, he or she has the obligation to defend that life, howbeit through means which are consistent with the government in place.
When it comes to moral judgments outside of the realm of protecting its citizens and securing basic human liberties, then I agree that these kinds of judgments should reflect the will of the people. Although I do not believe in total democracy (where everyone votes on everything), I do believe that in a representative government (a republic), people have a right to vote for politicians that reflect their moral views-and moral views should not be a priori excluded just because they come from religious conviction.
Bottom line: there are sane limits to the idea that the government should not impose its morality on unwilling citizens. When it comes to protecting human life and securing basic liberties, all governments should strive for these things regardless of what the people want.
This one’s for you Sherry.
Yesterday, my wife and I had lunch with my longtime friend and mentor, Jack Harris along with his wife Sherry. During the course of the conversation, Jack suggested that I begin speaking to youth groups (something I already had in mind to do). The next thing he said was rather humorous. He said that he, himself, being a whopping 52 years old was a little too old for the job. The news came as a surprise to me. I can remember being 16 years old when Jack rode into my youth group’s worship service with his long hair, goatee, and Harley Davidson. All he had to do was tell one story of casting out a demon in India and all of us youngsters would hang on his every word. Jack is the kind of guy who, somehow you suspect, that if he wasn’t a born again Christian engaged in evangelizing the planet, he would probably be a Godfather. Jack is the king of cool whether he knows it or not. My suspicion is that he probably knows it, but his inner humility keeps him from admitting it to himself.
And then there’s me. Although, growing up, I always wanted to be cool; I’ve always been more like Clay Aiken than Marlon Brando (Okay, I’ll admit it. I actually do sing in the shower imagining myself trying out for American Idol) In grade school and junior high, I was the brainy kid in school. Of course, since my class was only 10-15 people, that wasn’t saying much. It wasn’t until I went to a public high school and started taking honors classes that I realized that I was the smartest of the dumb and the dumbest of the smart. Great! I’m neither brains nor brawns, how uncool is that!
After years of frustration, I finally figured out that I should probably just go with my geek self. Allow me to let my readers in on a little secret-there are far more of us than there are of them! Shh…..tell only who you must….we wouldn’t want the cool people of the world to find out our secret plot to overthrow them…geeks of the world unite!
As enticing as that may sound, we geeks know that will never happen. Now that I think about it, I’m kind of glad that could never happen. I don’t know about you, but I’m glad that God made all kinds of people in this world. After all, what would the world look like if we were all the same? The good news of the gospel is that God invites the Screeches and Napolean Dynamites to the same table as the Donald Trumps and the John Waynes. The beauty of the Church is that it is filled with all different kinds of people set free by the love of Christ. Whether you are a geek or a stud, a professor or the town idiot, there’s room at the table for you. God invites you and me to His table not on the basis of who we are, but on the basis of who He is. What the world needs more than anything is unconditional love- and this is exactly what God has given us in Christ. If you’ve never come to the table, it’s time to “Taste and see that the Lord is good” What are you waiting for? The clock is ticking….I hope to see you there.
Since I am leaving for a meeting in a half hour, I am going to see if I can tackle the monumentous question that my friend Toby asked regarding the duty of government (or government leaders) to impose their morality on a people living in a pluralistic society. In layman’s terms, “What right does congress, or the president have to impose their views on the rest of society that either agrees or disagrees with them?” Wow! Now that’s a whopper!
First of all, I would say that in a Republic, it is the people that give the government leaders the right to make moral judgments that reflect the values of the people who vote them into office. We are not a democracy in the sense that every person votes on every issue. And thank God we are not! I don’t know about you, but I don’t want people who know nothing about economics or international relations deciding whether to cut taxes or invade a nation. In a Republic, the people elect leaders who, although they reflect their values, are judged as more capable than the average Joe in making decisions that affect the rest of society.
This brings us to a good question. Should decisions be made based on religious conviction? The ACLU would say No Way Jose and scream the words Theocracy!!!!!! at such a suggestion. But wait a second here. If by theocracy, it is meant that the laws of the land should be word for word the same as the Law of Moses given to the children of Israel in the Old Testament (or the Koran or any other religious document), then, yes, that would be a theocracy. And there are a few people who want that. They are called Reconstructionists. The problem with this view is that it fails to appreciate the uniqueness of the people of Israel in the Old Testament. The fact is that no other nation or political entity since the days of Moses can claim a direct covenant with God in the same sense that the children of Israel could claim in the Old Testament (and..yes..I do include the United States of America in that…unlike many who believe that America is God’s equivalent to Old Testament Israel….what an arrogant claim!!!)
The question is, is this what most evangelical Christians want? The answer is no!!! Even Pat Robertson has said in interviews that he does not want a theocracy. To say that religious beliefs can “inform” the conscience of government is a far cry from saying that it should “impose” its views on society. If we live in a Republic where people elect men and women into office to reflect their values, why should religious values be a priori excluded? Let me put this another way, if President George W. Bush, or any other president, attempts to fight against human sex trafficking because it goes against his or her religious conviction, why should that be invalidated simply because it stems from religious conviction? The fact is: the government does have the right to impose morality on its citizens. That is the government’s job.
If we look at the issue from a New Testament perspective, Jesus did in fact do away with theocracy. Jesus said, “My kingdom is not of this world.” Jesus had no interest in creating a political kingdom to take over the world. He was interested in creating an institution called the Church that would be transformed from within and, through their moral influence would have an impact on society. Concepts such as “inalieable rights” just happen to be a byproduct of the values that Jesus introduced to the world.
As far as political government, the only definitive chapter on the subject in the New Testament is Romans chapter 13 where Paul clearly sees the role of government as “punishing evildoers”. In other words, according to the Apostle Paul, the role of government is to provide protection for its citizens. This protection can take on many forms, but ultimately, government can not create a utopia, it can only curb evil. Such a view is realistic in light of fallen human nature.
Bottom line: Government must protect human beings. The Bible gives guidelines on how to make this happen, but does not tell us everything we need to know. Intrinsic to Christianity is the belief in reason and progress (even among unbelievers since they too are created in the image of God) The Bible is progressive revelation so we can not look at the Law of Moses and apply it tit for tat for today. Everything must be judged by the standard of Jesus Christ. In my view, the Church is to “inform” the conscience on society, not “impose” its values on society. Society will conform to the extent that the gospel has penetrated the hearts of the people. It may come as a surprise to many to hear me say this, but I believe that seperation of church and state is a profoundly Christian idea. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to go back to branding adulteresses with scarlet A’s.
I must admit that I was planning on writing either about Pascal’s Wager or the Big Bang theory today, but decided against it because I have a treasure on my heart that I can’t wait to share with my readers. So, I guess I’ll have to pretend to be an intellectual in another post (hint hint…read next week’s posts). As most of you know, Rhiannon and I have been married for more than 5 years now (October 6th was our 5-year mark) and have experienced multiple early miscarriages. This is one of the reasons why the film Facing the Giants struck such a deep chord in us. We could really empathize with the characters. Although we continue to believe that we will have biological children, we have come to grips with the fact that the children we raise may not be our birth children.
It’s interesting how God uses life experiences to teach us more about His wonderful plan for us. As an evangelist, I am always looking for more ways to appreciate and communicate the gospel. Had we never had problems conceiving, I may have missed out on one of the most profound truths relating to how God views those who are in Christ, and that is the metaphor of adoption. I had this thought as I was taking my daily power walk the other day (at least that is one good thing I get from these walks-a time to think. It sure hasn’t helped with my waistline yet). I thought to myself about how when I adopt a child, the child will then belong to me. I began to think to myself “What would it take for me to disinherit my own child whom I have chosen to belong to me?” If little Johnny or Joe comes into my house and starts misbehaving, will I as a parent say “Well Johnny, you can say buh bye now (notice the Saturday Night Live spelling). We no longer want you in our family.” I think I would be a rather awful parent if that were the case.
I then began to think to myself “How does God think about me? If I am adopted into His family, what would it take for Him to disinherit me?” Without getting into a discussion about whether it is possible or not for God’s children to be disinherited (aka…lose their salvation), I can imagine that if it would take an awful lot for me as a human parent to drive me to that point, what would I saying about God if I believed that He disinherits His children easier than I would disinherit my own children? It’s a good question to think about. Keep in mind this does not say that my future children might not choose to disinherit me someday; only that it would be difficult for me as a parent to disinherit my own children-especially ones that I have adopted.
Perhaps the most powerful analogy that I might not have ever known is this. In the State of Missouri, when a child in the foster care system is adopted, the government issues them a new birth certificate with the names of the adoptive parents on it. I don’t know about you, but that speaks volumes to me. When I place my faith in Christ, God writes me a new birth certificate and puts His name on it as the Father! This means that when I experience the “new birth” that Jesus talked about, not only am I changed on the inside, but I now have a new standing with God. Theologically speaking, based on Romans chapter 5, you could say that all of us had Adam as our spiritual father before we were born again. But when Christ died on the cross for us, God gave us a new birth certificate! When you and I receive our new birth certificate by faith (not of works) we become adopted into His family. I can only imagine what it would be like if I were an abused and neglected child, written off by society, and then, all of the sudden a king offers to adopt me and write his name on my birth certificate. This is, in fact, God’s offer of salvation for anybody and everybody. Knowing this, I can’t imagine why anyone would want to refuse the offer! It almost sounds too good to be true, but it isn’t! For the love of God, I want to shout to the world-take the deal!
In former times, the most famous Bible verse was John 3:16. We all know it. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” Can you guess what are considered the most famous words of Jesus in our postmodern society? I don’t have statistics to prove this, but I imagine Matthew 7:1 takes the prize. “Judge not lest you be judged.” Whereas in former times, it was axiomatic that moral judgments are a part of every day life, now it is not so obvious to everyone. One spokeswoman for the “pro-choice” cause, in debating with talk show host Bill O Reilly tried to explain how abortions were essential for women’s health. O’ Reilly responded that he knew of many women (perhaps the majority) that aborted for the sake of convenience. When he asked if she could acknowledge that fact, the woman gave the standard “I think you are being judgmental” response. Never mind the fact that the woman did not answer his question. Nowadays all someone has to say is “judge not lest you be judged” to preclude further argument.
The problem with the “don’t be judgmental” argument is that it is not really an argument at all. You can not say that something is wrong (aka-being judgmental) and then say it is wrong to say there is a wrong. The not-so-famous words of Jesus clears this up rather well. In John 7:24, Jesus said, “Do not judge according to appearance, but judge with righteous judgment.” So, according to scripture, we are to make moral judgments. So when former presidential candidate John Kerry says he believes that life starts at conception, but favors partial birth abortion and gives his reason for the contradiction by saying that personal beliefs should not be imposed on society, it shouldn’t take a genius to say that argument is bogus! Unfortunately, the inconsistency of the argument seems to fly over a lot of heads today.
Clearly, we are to make judgments without being judgmental. The Bible says, “Let him who thinks he stands, take heed, lest he fall.” Pride is clearly a sin. Oops! There I go making judgments again.
As I am writing this post, I am secretly praying that there is someone out there who can relate to this. You see, I have a ritual every Wednesday morning. It’s not a planned ritual, but a ritual nonetheless. I am always in my pajamas, usually in the process of eating breakfast, with my hair uncombed, and looking like I just got out of bed because I really have just gotten out of bed. I am minding my own business preparing to go about my merry day-and then my wife hears the sound of the trash truck. For some reason, I never hear it first. It is always my wife who hears it.
And so I run half-crazed from my living room to the bedroom knocking over things in the process. I always first contemplate putting on my slippers, since they are always by my bed and my bed is closer than the closet, but then I remember that my driveway is nothing but rocks and I tell myself that is not a good idea. I then run to the closet and throw on my sandals and run outside in my pajamas (or boxers depending on the time of the year) and drag the green trash bin to the end of the driveway. I pity the neighbors for having to see this sight. It really is a sorry sight. But it happens every single Wednesday morning like clockwork. Sometimes I make it. Sometimes I don’t.
I’m not sure if there is a spiritual message in this, but if there is one, I’d sure like to know about it. I thought about relating this to the story of the parable of the 10 virgins preparing to meet the bridegroom, but it didn’t seem quite appropriate since the trash truck will be back next week so the opportunity isn’t lost forever. Comparing Jesus to a trash truck also seems a bit odd to me. So I am asking you, my blogging friends to give me suggestions if there are any spiritual principles that can be applied to this story that I could use in a future sermon. I feel it is only good and right to seek to find something good out of this since I am already committing a crime against humanity by forcing my neighbors on a weekly basis to see an image that no human being should ever have to see. Please help. I’m seeking a little redemption here.
Unless you live in a cave, if you are a U.S. citizen, you have probably heard of the Dateline series To Catch a Predator. Last Friday, after running errands all day, I wanted to relax, so I turned it on. At first, all I could feel was delight as sexual predators were getting what they deserved. It is almost impossible to watch the program without putting yourself in the predator’s shoes. Here a respectable man in the community with a wife and children shows up to a house thinking he is going to have sex with a 13 year old girl only to discover the operation was a sting. Now the whole country gets to watch the guy squirm in his pants as his dirty little secret is revealed. If that is not enough, just when the guy thinks he is off the hook,there is a swarm of cops waiting for him before he leaves the garage (the garage part is no doubt for cinematic effect).
The reaction is ever so typical of those who are caught with their pants down-please turn the camera off! Most of the men tried to justify themselves, saying they had no intention of doing anything or tried to say that they didn’t know the girl was 13. This is understandable. Wouldn’t you or I do the same thing? The host of the program then pulls out sexually explicit e-mails written by the men revealing that they actually did know the girl (who turned out to be a undercover investigator) was 13 and that they actually intended to do what they said they had no intention of doing.
Let me preface what I am about to say with this. In no way do I believe any of the men on the program were innocent. In every way, I believe those who take advantage of preteens and adolescents should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. I do not want to see young boys and girls preyed upon any more than anyone else. Neither do I think that it is wrong to trap sexual predators with sting operations. I know you can sense that there is a “but” coming, and there is. The question must be asked, does the show go too far in tempting vulnerable men to do what they would otherwise not do? If so, is that moral?
It is one thing to set up a sting operation for those who are actively seeking young adolescents to prey upon. It is quite another to tempt someone to sin and then shame them in front of the entire country. In one instance, one of the men wrote to the “13 year old” that he was afraid and didn’t think he should go through with it. The “13 year old” then wrote back “What are you-chicken?” I don’t know about you, but that sounds an awful lot like the word “temptation” to me. Temptation is something that the devil does, not God. The Bible teaches that God does not tempt anyone to sin. If God does not do it, then is it moral for man to do it? If you answer yes to the question, then a further question must be asked. To what degree should people be tempted for the purpose of prosecution? Should the sex police jam 40 year old men’s e-mail addresses with child pornography and then show up at their doors when a few of them download the photos into their hard drives? Where does it stop?
In asking these questions, I am not proposing that I have the answers. I do not. But I think the questions should still be asked. In our efforts to catch predators, we can easily become predators ourselves if we are not careful. As someone once said, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I couldn’t resist posting this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I read it.
The World it is a Changin’
The wife and I left Modesto, California headed to Brunswick, Georgia to start a new job I had taken several weeks earlier. As finances were tight, we sold what little we had accumulated, over the past five years, in order to make the three-thousand mile trip. With only about two-hundred dollars in pocket there would be no fancy meals and maybe, just maybe, one night at a motel to take a shower and get a good nights sleep. The remainder of the time it would be a cheap burger at McDonalds and sleeping in the small car.
Though tired, it always seemed to perk me up, just a bit, as we left state after state behind. When boredom set in I would turn on the C.B. Radio and listen to the truckers yell and scream at one another. When the language would get a little course I would reach over and turn off the radio. About half way through Texas I reached over to turn off the radio when I heard “Is there anyone out there kind enough to help us?”
“Get off the trucker’s channel, idiot,” yelled a truck driver.
I reached over, picked up the microphone and said, “What do you need?”
“We are stranded at mile marker 576, east-bound side,” said a man.
I watched for the next mile marker sign, which read 574.
“I’m at 574 east-bound. What do you need?”
“Can you two idiots get off the trucker’s channel?” Said the trucker again.
I got no reply from the stranded man.
As I reached mile marker 576 there stood a black man, beside an old brown van. I pulled up behind his vehicle, got out and walked toward him. As I passed the van I looked in and noticed about five elderly people.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“Not sure. I can’t find my wallet. I think I left it in the washroom at a restaurant about thirty miles back,” he told me.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“You got any extra gas?”
“Just a minute,” I said, as I turned and walked back to my car. I explained the situation to my wife.
“Dad, we got just enough money to get us to Georgia, maybe. We can’t afford to help anyone else,” she replied.
“I can’t just leave them stranded.”
“Do what you got to do, hon,” she said, shaking her head.
I walked back to the van, pulled out my wallet and handed the man twenty dollars.
“You follow us back to the restaurant and I’ll give you the money back,” said the man.
“I can’t afford to go backwards, I just can’t,” I told him.
He took my name and new address and promised to send me the money when he reached his home in Jackson, Mississippi.
I followed them to the next gas station and waved as they pulled up to the pump. Then we drove back onto the freeway and continued our journey.
“Are we going to make it, Dad?”
“I don’t know,” I said, biting my bottom lip.
Leaving Texas we had about sixty dollars in pocket. We knew there would be no bath and good nights rest at a motel.
As we continued through Louisiana the traffic became heavy. All at once my wife screamed. When I looked up I saw furniture falling off a pickup truck driving in front of us. I swerved to the right, as quickly as possible, but still ran over something. I got out of my car and walked to the front to see what damage had been caused. Beneath the car was a small stereo system. It had cut through my right tire, which was now flat. I walked to the trunk to get my jack and spare tire. I was shocked to see that it was also flat. Generally I check and recheck everything before a trip.
As I walked back to the front of my car I saw the pickup truck had reloaded what could be salvaged and that the man was getting back into his vehicle. I knew he saw our flat tire, but nevertheless he drove away.
The wife and I sat on the side of the road for several hours waiting for the police. It was almost dark when they finally arrived. The police advised us that there was nothing they could do, other than call a tow truck. We knew we could not afford to pay for such a service.
After the police left we sat in the car wondering what to do.
“HONK, HONK” went the sound of a horn.
When I turned around to see what was happening; there was that same brown van which we had given gas money.
“Well, I see we aren’t the only ones having a little bad luck today,” said the man, leaning into my window.
“No spare,” I told him.
Well, can’t fix the problem sitting there,” he said.
He reached over, took my keys out of the ignition, walked to the trunk of the car and took out the jack. I watched him jack up the car and take off the flat. I didn’t know what to say and was too embarrassed to tell him that we did not have enough money to buy a new tire and still have enough gas to make it to Georgia.
After he took off the tire he looked at me and said “Go sit in the car and I’ll be right back.”
I got into the car and watch them drive away.
“How we going to pay them, Dad?”
“I don’t know. We’ll just pay them for the tire and the repair to the flat.”
“What we going to do for gas?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know.” I said, almost on the verge of screaming.
The van returned an hour later. I got out of the car noticing that both tires were brand new.
“I’m sorry, but I should have told you. I don’t have enough money to pay for two tires.”
The man said not a word as he placed the tire on the car. He acted as though he did not hear me.
“I’m sorry but I…”
“I heard you the first time,” he said.
When the tire was complete he placed the jack and new spare in the trunk and closed it.
Follow us to the gas station,” he ordered, like an army sergeant.
We followed them to the next off ramp and into the gas station. He got out of his van and began filling our tank. When done he walked up to the window and said “I’m hungry, lets eat.” I looked at the wife who was now speechless, for the first time in her life.
We followed them to a restaurant several blocks down the road. As we got out of the car I looked at him and said, “Thank you for your help but I cannot accept anymore.”
The man said not a words. He turned and walked back to his van. He opened the side door and took out a large wooden chair. Then he opened the passenger side door and out stepped the largest black woman I had ever seen in my life. The two of them walked up in front of me and stopped. The man, looking at me straight in the eyes, opened the folded chair and stepped back. The woman sat down and said “Johnny tells me I need to spank your little white butt. Is that going to be necessary?”
In total shock, I replied “No ma’am.”
“GOOD,” she said.
She got up and walked toward the restaurant, as did the other people in the van. The man walked back to the van and replaced the chair.
It must have been almost ten p.m. when we finally ate. Half way through the meal Johnny excused himself and was gone for more than twenty minutes. When he returned he laid a motel key in front of me.
“I’m sorry but I…”
“MAMA,” said Johnny in a harsh tone.
As the large woman started to stand up I motioned for her to sit back down-that a spanking was not necessary.
As we ate Johnny began tapping his spoon against his glass. When everyone quieted down, he raised his water and said, “I would like to make a toast. “This is the way America should be,” he said, almost choking on the words he had just spoken.
Everyone took a sip of water and sat there quietly, smiling and nodding their heads to the affirmative.
After eating we all walked to the motel, next door to the restaurant. I shook Johnny’s hand and the large woman hugged both me and my wife.
When the wife and I got up the next morning their van was gone. A white envelope was left on our windshield. Written were the words “Thank You and May God Bless.” Inside was a twenty dollar bill, folded in the shape of a cross.
Roger Dean Kiser
The following was written by a friend of mine, Pastor Tim O Brien who pastors a church in Fort Leonard Wood Missouri. I decided to post it because it contains some interesting insight background information about the story of the rich young ruler that I have not heard before. Enjoy!
A rich landowner asked Jesus, “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” The man insisted that he had kept many of the moral commands his whole life, but Jesus said, ‘You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor. Then come, follow Me.”
What Jesus asked this man to do is key to understanding this passage. The great estates this man owned were populated by peasants who worked for him. Those peasants’ families, however, used to own that land!
When Rome conquered Judea and Gallilee, they taxed the people so heavily that only the richest could afford it. Everyone else had to foreclose on their land. They would sell out to rich Jewish landowners who would then collect tax from them and pay off the Romans.
These peasants were not living what the covenant people of God had been promised. God had promised to take them out of Egypt (out of slavery) to give them a land. Now they were back in slavery.
Jesus asked this man to do a bold thing. He asked him to sell his land back to the Jews who rightfully owned it. This man, however, was not concerned with the plight of his fellow Jews or the plan of God.
God had always desired to empower a covenant people, free from slavery. These people were to own the land and carry the presence of God. They were to be a display of God’s glory in the earth.
This man could not bring himself to sell his land. He was too concerned with self-preservation and his own empowerment. He lacked honor for God and His covenant.
We have the same situation in our religious system today. Religious leaders are too concerned with their self-preservation and their empowerment. It is the people of God, not just select leaders, who are supposed to carry the presence of God, do the work of the ministry, and shine forth the glory of God.
We make up non-biblical words like “clergy” and “laity” to reserve empowerment for only a select few. We prohibit covenant people from doing the work of the ministry: baptizing, offering communion, laying hands on the sick, etc. Our pastors, who are supposed to equip the saints for the work of the ministry, end up doing the ministry.
In our ministry, we are practicing being the covenant people of God. On Sunday morning, our congregation happily shows up early. Everyone knows they are responsible for the ministry, even the children. When the first song starts, we, like priests carrying the Ark, usher in the presence of God together. We are experiencing life!
by Pastor Tim O’Brien
Rock of Ages Ministries
Here is a little pop quiz for my readers. What is the difference between cannibals and non- cannibals. Uh….Isn’t that obvious Aaron? One eats people and one doesn’t. Well, I guess that is a little obvious. But the real question is, why are some people cannibals and others aren’t? The cannibal and the non-cannibal both have human teeth. Both are homo sapiens. What makes one person a cannibal and another person a non-cannibal?
The answer is actually very simple according to a behavioral scientist that called into Bill O’Reilly’s radio program yesterday. The answer is-one person believes it’s okay to eat people and the other person doesn’t. Yes, it really is that simple. Think about most of the Pacific Island countries like Fiji and Vanuatu and Papua New Guinea. Just over a century ago cannibalism was about as common as dear hunting is in America today. Why? Because the people believed it was okay. Their religion taught them that to eat a man is to ingest his soul. If the man is a good warrior, I can see how that would be desirable in a society where tribal and clan warfare is a normal part of life.
Why are the people in these countries not cannibals anymore? Yep. You guessed it, they don’t believe it is right anymore. I wonder where they got this strange idea that eating people is wrong? Could it be the Christian missionaries that came to them and taught them the Bible? No. That would be too simple of a solution for those who believe that religion is humanity’s opium.
My point-beliefs matter! This is why the Secular Progressive movement is so dangerous because it refuses to make personal moral judgments. Our nation is successful because of the Judeo-Christian ethic that provided a moral foundation in the lives of its people. When those foundations are destroyed-watch out!