Our Finite Brokenness Is A Reminder that We Are Not Masters of Our Own Fate
People with disabilities in particular put the lie to that image. We are the public evidence that all humans are finite, dependent, broken. We are the constant reminder that humans are not the final masters of their fate. As a consequence, our presence is deeply unwelcome. When possible, we are prevented from being born at all. Otherwise, though we are welcomed in public and even lip-service is paid to our equal worth, we are subtly invited to leave, even offered assistance in making our final exit.
Life is an inalienable human right, protecting an indefeasible duty we owe our Creator to preserve our lives and pursue our happiness. Thus, we cannot ask others for help in ending our lives. When government allows exceptions, when it relaxes laws against aiding the suicide of some but not other people, it is saying this class deserves less protection against homicide, deserves less safeguards of its inalienable rights, in other words, deserves less respect because in some way it is less human.
We Christians should never forget that Christ rose wounded. Those wounds He used to identify Himself as risen. From man’s perspective, they were profoundly disabling. From God’s perspective, they are inexhaustible signs of love.
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