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By Lee Duigon
August 21, 2014
NewsWithViews.com

Just when you think Godlessness can’t get any worse, it does.

First we had shacking up, abortion, and the pill. These didn’t satisfy us, so we went in for “gay rights.” Still the cup of perversion remained full, so we went on to cutting off your body parts, shooting up with hormones, and claiming to belong to some sex other than the one into which you were born. And far from stopping there, Planned Parenthood has been urging teens to try the joys of sado-masochism.

And still we haven’t drained the cup.

So now a new Pew Research report tells us that, by the year 2025, “robotic sex partners will be commonplace.” They don’t mean the kind of robotic sex partners some people already think they have. They mean real robots. Machines. Man-made objects.

These things are all on the same continuum. And it’s a theological continuum. They are all part of a revolt against God as the Creator.

“It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves,” the Bible teaches (Psalm 100:3). But what’s going on here is sinful man’s campaign to create himself. “Male and female created He them” (Genesis 1:27) isn’t good enough for us. We reject God’s model of man + woman = marriage + children = family and replace it with our own models: man plus man, woman plus woman, surgically mutilated man plus whatever, and, finally, man or woman plus machine. Ultimately we will seek a way to have ourselves conceived and born robotically. We may then proclaim our rebellion a success.

The Pew report goes on to speculate on the plethora of jobs that will be lost as robots replace human beings. A lot of 50-year-olds, the Experts think, will then have to go back to university. To learn what?

Funny, isn’t it, how every single godforsaken mess in this fallen world started out as some Expert’s bright idea.

So instead of working—as we have already heard, from no less a sage than Nancy Pelosi—we can all sit around composing symphonies or sculpting really cool statues. Uh-uh. And we can have sex with machines.

Don’t be too surprised when it all comes crashing down around our ears.

As clever as we think we are, we still can’t go against our nature. We are as God has created us. We will not be able to live without work, without purpose, and with sex with machines as a substitute for human love. We cannot go against God’s wisdom: “All they that hate me love death” (Proverbs 8:36).

Repentance and change of life are hard to come by in this world. Our own pride holds us back. We never repent until after we’ve had our bellies filled with disaster—which is why all these things must run their course. The people of Jerusalem, in the Old Testament, had every opportunity to heed prophetic warnings and give up idolatry, oppression, and human sacrifice, right up to the day Nebuchadnezzar broke their walls and burned their city to the ground. They didn’t.

Nor, I fear, will we.

A bill is coming due for our rebellion, and we will be amazed at the amount. To get a small idea of what that cost will be, read the Book of Revelation.

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And we’ll have no one but ourselves to blame—because we were too puffed up with pride, too enamored of our own cleverness, and too bewitched by the work of our own hands to pay attention to God’s warnings. All the suffering will be of our own making, because we rejected God’s blessings and tried to create ourselves according to some vain image cooked up in the addled minds of academics and assorted Experts. Unsatisfied with the nature God created in us, we consented to be re-created by lunatics and fools.

Even now it’s not too late to repent, to get off the self-creation highway and turn our whole hearts back to God—the only one who knows us as we truly are, and saw in us that for which He sent His only Son to earth to purchase our salvation. Only God sees the whole truth.

In the end, that salvation shall not be lost: for no amount of human sin and idiocy can nullify God’s plan.

But do we first really, truly, have to put ourselves through the meat-grinder? Could we please, just this once, not do that?