I’ve been following the horrifying story of a young girl who, apparently, gave birth in a school restroom, and possibly killed the newborn out of panic, an accident, or who knows. This is in a state where abstinence-based education is a major growth industry.
On the same day, there’s a story about 400-plus children being put in protective custody a few hundred miles away.
These children were being raised by the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
I’ll confess to being less than a theological scholar; my studies of the Christian bible ended shortly after someone made the mistake of giving me a Catechism. Predictably, the next day, I had a few questions, the teached called on a nun, who called on a priest, who called on my parents. I was excused from bible study for the remainder of the year.
Usually, when you think of child molesters, rapists, and sexual predators, you picture creepy, 40-something guys in stained T-shirts looking puzzled when Chris Matthews asks them to “have a seat, right over there”.
Or maybe, we wince, and hope that the now-weekly stories of pastors molesting the flock are just blips on the radar.
Surely, no civilization would permit hundreds of little girls and boys to be raised as breeding stock. Not in one place. Not in the open. Close your eyes and make the image change, choke down the bit of bitter vomit that’s in your mouth.
It’s too tempting to use this as a fodder for a well-organized attack on allowing religion to be treated as anything but a mental disorder. These were live, human beings. The same age as my own daughter, who’s finishing up her math homework.
God doesn’t exist, or is a sick pervert. There is no third option.
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