If God Penned a Column

Congratulations. You may have saved the fetuses. Look at that.

Pardon my divine sarcasm, but I just couldn’t help myself.

What’s that I hear in the distance? Your outcry over children at the United States-Mexico border being detained without their parents when they were trying to find a better life?

Oh, wait. Nope. The people most vocal about that are the ones you call “godless.” Are you surprised to know I keep track of this stuff?

Here’s the thing. Sometimes I send tests. Did you really not know that?

I created people who love other people of the same gender. You mock them and dangle their rights over their heads like a carrot on a string.

I sent a young white supremacist to the White House. He conjured up a policy that would separate children from their parents at the border to deter those in other countries from doing the same. They’re now children who will mostly be scarred for life, tortured by what their little minds see as abandonment. Their idea of love, how they love in the future, has been forever altered.

And what did you say? Nothing.

No, actually, worse than that, you said, “Great. That’ll keep them out.”

Even worse than that, you invoked my son’s name repeatedly. In your prayers. In your…