Sexual Revolution in Hindsight

Take a moment to pause on this poem.

Conversation with an archaeologist

he said they’d found a brothel
on the dig he did last night
I asked him how they know
he sighed:
a pit of babies’ bones
a pit of newborn babies’ bones was how to spot a brothel

by Hollie McNish

History tells with clarity that our selfish rebellion breeds destruction. God’s Word tells us too.

The sexual selfishness of every generation is paved on the backs of victims.

Our culture now paves the sexual revolution on the backs of internet sex-slaves and murdered-in-the-womb-infants.

My prayer in the face of this poem and its horrific truth– God help us, or God handle us.

And He will.