Calling Their Apocalyptic Bluff
Lexy and I recently welcomed our fourth little one into our home, Cyril Wilson Sauvé, our third boy. There he is with me on the couch, a true scholar. Just look at that deep thinking. We are tremendously pleased and grateful to God for his gifts, and hope to welcome future houseguests in the Lord’s timing.
Let me ask you a question: Do you feel a vague sense of reckless irresponsibility hanging over people announcing their fourth child? Fifth? Sixth, seventh, eighth? Do you feel like pulling the e-brake on the marriage bed and musing on the availability of birth control in a rather carrying whisper?
Why do the children of modernity hate children so much? Why do we pump our women full of synthetic-hormone-cocktails, a chemical “No Trespassing” sign? We celebrate chemically barren wombs like our great-grandparents celebrated fruitful wombs. We haven’t managed an elixir to castrate the men quite so efficiently as of yet, but most of them are quite tame already, virtual geldings.
And when some hapless child slips through our poison gauntlet, we take great care to chop her up and vacuum her out, limb by tiny limb—don’t worry, it’s just a medical procedure. We’re highly advanced like that.
Why do we despise children? Let me give you a theological answer: There is a great and chasmic antithesis yawning in the hearts of fallen man—a hatred of God that goes down to the bone. We hate our little ones because we hate the God in whose image they are knit together. This is why ours is a world where some of the very people crying out to save the whales and protect the sacred migrational corridors of arboreal squirrels also advocate for the murder of children in the womb; the babies bear God’s image—the whales don’t.
If you hate God, you will hate him every place you see him. This visceral hatred is the rotten root of all of our culture’s evils: Abortion, transgenderism, the sexualizing of children, socialism (let the reader understand), the war on the natural household, and all the rest. It’s why we prefer our men in drag and our women with shaved heads. It’s why we slaughter babies in the name of preventing climate change, like Aztecs ripping out hearts to ensure the rising of the Sun the next day.
Our great hatred has given birth to the great transmogrifications of our enlightened race: Light is dark, good is evil, fruitfulness is barrenness. Here we stand, we can do no other.
This is why it is such stupendous folly to act as if the promotion of the fruitful, natural family among the Church is one of her more serious idols. As Lewis so presciently warned us,
“The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers when there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.” -C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
The natural family is an idol in the Church like plain talk and forthrightness is a problem in politics—I mean, there was that one time.
Brothers and sisters, burn your birth control pills, make your marriage beds sing, and win the world. Put away your fire extinguishers; it’s flooding outside. Call their apocalyptic bluff and fill the earth. Smile at grocery-store-smirks when your sixth little one makes faces at the cashier. Show the unbelieving world that what they believe are resource-suckers are actually resources. Show the world that our kids aren’t thieves, but weapons—and teach the enemy to fear.
May your daughters be mothers of ten-thousands. May your sons possess the gates of their enemies. And may we turn the government schools into ghost towns on the way, but that’s a topic for another day.
