I read the headline sent to me by a friend this morning and felt a deep sickness in my stomach. Apparently, scientists have now taken human skin cells, stripped them, manipulated them, and fertilized them with sperm to create human embryos.
For now, they say these “embryos” only survived six days. That’s wonderful—let’s create engineered human life just for the purpose of dying. Yet, what they boast is not six days—it’s the possibility of engineered parenthood.
Two men, two women, with a child genetically “their own.”
Imagine being that child. Imagine growing up knowing you were not the natural fruit of covenantal love—not even the accidental fruit of a one-night stand, yet still natural—but much worse. The engineered product of a laboratory where gametes were bent to serve the desires of two men.
Imagine being told you were “proof” of equality, a trophy to a political cause, a sexual fetish, a flesh-and-blood billboard for rebellion against the living God.