As I sat down to write this post, I watched this video and this video of Terri Schiavo with my six-year-old standing over my shoulder. Not wanting to influence his reaction, I gave him a factual run-down on the case. Just the facts. When he became visibly upset, I asked him about his tears. He replied that he was afraid of what would happen if “they” decided we should stop feeding our eight-month-old Baby Cakes since she can’t feed herself (except in the recent case of her swallowing a Lego), and he doesn’t want our Rebekah to die. As a side note he also asked, “Well, why did her husband marry her [if he doesn’t want to take care of her]?”

What astounds me is that this matter debated among us “intelligent” adults is plain and clear to a six-year-old: Might makes right, and the defenseless are left without a defender.

Just this week, my husband informed me that his company isn’t finished with their project, which will result in him staying in California with no end date in sight. The giant company told us that we’d be in California for six months, and now that date has come and gone. I proceded to grumble about the situation, and he said that it wouldn’t go through the summer. So, I yelled (yes, literally, it wasn’t one of my better moments), “Where’s the line? WHERE’S THE LINE?!” If they can just get us to stay one more month, then at the end of that month, it will be just one more month.

And so it goes.

We’ve already determined via Roe v. Wade that life is not precious. Only certain life that meets certain criteria is precious. Once we moved “the line” away from where The Line Maker created that line, it will always be “just one more month.” (Incidentally, my husband is drawing a line in the sand regarding the project.) I was about to point out that we are on a fast-track to Nazi Germany, but we’ve already superceded Hitler’s death camps with our corner-mart abortion mills. We drew a line in the womb, and now it bleeds out to precious ones who aren’t very good with a spoon. Phil Steiger writes, A culture which refuses to acknowledge the inherent value of life at all of its stages, especially at the margins, will become a culture in which the margins will take over.

Though we earnestly pray that the courts will grant Terri the right to eat, it is probable that they won’t. After all, they starved her for six days last year. If the courts decide to strip God of His right alone to determine when life begins and ends, I hope they are at least merciful and grant her family the option to choose lethal injection or the electric chair.

In the meantime, we will teach our Rebekah to get a better handle on her little plastic spoon.