It is easy to hate Kermit Gosnell. It’s always easy to hate a murderer, especially one who slaughters babies. It is far harder to see, believe, and hate the murderer that lurks inside you. I overheard these lyrics from the American folk punk band, Andrew Jackson Jihad, this week.
“But there's a bad man in everyone
No matter who we are
There's a rapist and a Nazi living in our tiny hearts
Child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
There's someone in your head waiting to f---ing strangle you.”
Those words ring true. I’ve seen the “bad man” in me, plenty of times, and, quite frankly, it scares the hell out of me. So as disgusted as I feel toward men like Gosnell, I try to feel just as disgusted at the greed, lust, anger, hatred, falsehood, and selfishness lurking inside me, and all too often, oozing to the surface. For in the end, it’s not only Gosnell who must stand before the judgment seat of God. So must we all.