How much more seriously should we take the loss of a human life? The loss of a child's innocence? When a baby is murdered in the womb, something has been lost. When an elderly woman dies of thirst because she has been deemed a burden on society, something has been lost. When a person in a coma is left to die because "science" has decided he's no longer a human being with rights, something has been lost. When a child is exposed through school or television to horrors a child his age should never know of, something has been lost.

And worst of all, when a soul is led away from God, something has been irrevocably, eternally lost. Perhaps you would brush aside every example in my last paragraph as examples of what "those who destroy the body" can do. Still, nothing to fear, you say. But I ask you, what of those who can destroy the soul? What of those who teach "ethics" classes and write articles designed to help people rationalize moral monstrosities? What of those who encourage children to indulge in the most perverted forms of sexual immorality, telling them over and over that it's a good thing, it's a natural thing, and "it gets better"? What of those who prey upon the soft-hearted and weak-minded with candy-coated lies? What of those who heap scorn and ridicule upon Christianity and upon loving Christian parents, hoping the next generation will listen and follow?

I fear such people. I fear them because they are a threat to the souls of men, nations, and children. They are a threat to the things I love. It does not betray, as I recently saw somebody put it, a "lack of confidence in our gospel" to express such "outrage." It is altogether right that we should be "outraged," as God Himself is "outraged" by those who would lead even one of his little ones astray.

Still I am told, glibly, not to worry, because I am a future queen of the universe. I answer with a question: As long as one soul is dragged down to the abyss by the father of lies, why should I give one fraction of a flying fig about the security of my personal little throne in the sky?

And so we love, and we fear. We weep, and we carry on, saving what we can from the wreckage. For my brothers and sisters, we are stewards. My task and yours is to cherish and nurture what God has given us to cherish and nurture through this great darkness. For our enemies are legion, and we cannot underestimate the power that they wield. Yet we vow to each other that these things they shall not have:

One pure kiss.

One small foot kicking in the womb.

One pair of wide, blue eyes.

One heart.

One mind.

One life.

One soul.