“But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.” (Matthew 18:6)
We are living in the time that Jesus predicted where the love of many has grown cold because lawlessness is abounding. (Mt. 24:12) The law of God that commands: “You shall not murder;” has been flouted for decades now in this country. The lives of 62 million innocent children have been slaughtered on the altar of “freedom.” And the crazed devotees of Moloch have no desire to stop the drumbeat that drowns out the cries of the dying. “What are these lumps of tissue anyway? Why should they matter? If they appear to interfere with anyone’s plans or desires they are easily disposable.” But what is being brought out to the trash bins behind the abortion mills are not the remnants of someone’s lunch; it is the remains of a life that would have, could have been a mother, a father, a teacher, a truck-driver – a precious soul that God brought into existence, not to die in the womb, but to come forth and grow and fulfill a destiny.
And now our societies’ war on children has taken another sinister turn. The children that have been allowed to live are being taught that it is perfectly acceptable for them to “choose” what gender they feel they really are. Once again, our radical experimentation with “freedom” is wreaking havoc on a generation of children who look to their elders for guidance, but are being sacrificed on an abominable altar called “freedom.” What will these children do, after they have been encouraged to alter their bodies, only to discover they were part of a social experiment that horribly backfired?
We are on a collision course with the God who takes very seriously how we treat the most vulnerable among us. We are the millstone generation and the day of reckoning is at hand.