I suggested a while ago that my perspective on people who complained about children had shifted, it has done so again. Initially I figured the difficulties of having a child might make me empathize with the sad folks who complain about the responsbility of it. As it turns out I have empathy, but in a different way. I too, am a fallen person living far from the image of God and have a lot of work to do. So, insofar as we are both wretched, I appreciate their predicament. 

But were I to be a lot less cheritable I would say that people who don’t see children for the miraculous gift that they are, are living incredibly sad lives indeed. 

Truth be told that’s how I feel about proudly secular people and I don’t think these things are unrelated.  

In anycase I was speaking with a friend today, an internet friend and a rather unfortunate person who had collaborated with briefly in the past made an appearance. 

This is an actual message an actual human person typed and sent:

I KEEP FORGETTING that you have crotch goblins. Wait.  Are you a person who takes offense to that or thinks it’s funny. I don’t actuall know. The Miracle of life.

My feelings on what I’ll call anti-natalists have turned from expected empathy, to not quite empathy, to outright distaste. Obviously this person is crass and it’s their discourtesy that’s really so offended me, but the attiude isn’t great, either. 

The thing that keeps my dislike from really making the leap into anger is just how sad it is, really. I mean, can you imagine?