"Amber Alert." Hear it and your heart sinks. You say a prayer because somebody’s child is at risk in a world with way too many bad guys.
Somebody said, "God created parents because He couldn’t be everywhere."
Silly sentiments sell greeting cards but it’s no basis for systematic theology or a guide to good parenting.
God created parents to be parents, not pals or push-overs. And He didn’t say it would be easy.
Parents can’t be everywhere, but it’s no excuse to be AWOL when the kids need a parent with a brain and a backbone.
It’s a tragic fact of life that good, attentive and careful parents lose their children to child predators. How can that escape anyone’s notice in a 24/7 news environment?
And that makes it harder to fathom why some parents seem willing to make it easier for the bad guys.
Dads, here’s a question for you. What would you say – or should I ask “do” – to an "artistic" type who wants to know if he can film a "rape scene" starring your 12-year-old daughter?
I know how my dad, my husband and my son would respond. "Dead Man Walking" comes to mind. I also know that as a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, I wouldn’t think of allowing a child to play the victim in a rape scene.
On the flip side of the coin are the parents of Dakota Fanning, who allowed their 12-year-old actress daughter to star in “Hound Dog,” a film featured at the recent Sundance Sleaze Festival in which Fanning is portrayed in a "rape" scene.
The Web site, "Support Hound Dog" admits:
There is no question that the rape scene, and a couple of others, particularly where Lewellen radiates a precocious (if unconscious) sexuality as she gyrates her hips and sings Elvis, make for uncomfortable viewing. When Kampmeier screened rough cuts for associates, she said, reaction was split along gender lines. Women saw the innocence and joy in Lewellen’s gestures; men thought she was provoking a sexual attack.
What is it with women who see joy and innocence where men see danger? Oh wait, I remember. The women are from blue states, and the men are from the red ones where the artistically anorexic reside.
The movie industry "artisans" count on their loopy allies in Sacramento, who play legislators in real life, to "appreciate" the difference between artistic expression and child exploitation.