A popular commercial sponsored by a group that calls itself lovehasnolabels.com shows a variety of people paired off behind a giant x-ray machine that reveals – through some nifty motion sensor technology – only their bones. The first two skeletons kiss behind the screen, then reveal themselves: why it’s two women! (The audience watching cheers in amazement.) Then a mixed race couple. (More applause.) A light, frothy piano mix plays in the background while subliminal text boxes appear with the words: Love has no disability. Love has no race. Love has no gender.
The commercial actually was released by the ubiquitous ‘Ad Council’ which over the years has given us a variety of memorable ad campaigns – from Smokey the Bear to the old Indian weeping over America (remember him?) Check out this link for a little chilling expose on ye old Ad Council. Big Brother is hard at work.
So I was watching that commercial the other day with my wife Janis, and I said to her, “So, let me see if I have this straight. As long as something has bones – I can fall in love with it.” I know the producers of the ad (Persuade Content, an LA Production company) were aiming for something more sublime. “We gotta stop judging people by what’s on the outside and look at what’s inside. And when we look inside, we’ll see that people are all the same.”
The Bible teaches us to learn to look past the surface of people also. God judges the heart (1 Sam.16:7). But the bones!?! I’d say the commercial overshot the runway. Because once you start adding layers to ‘dem bones – muscle, blood, hormones, genes, chemicals, emotions, reproductive systems, experiences, spirit and soul – we are not all the same. And not everything goes.
I know exactly what the aforementioned Ad Council is on about. It’s yet the latest assault – through a slick, shiny commercial – against biblical sexual morality. The progressive idea that sex has no boundaries and gender has no meaning, and all that matters is the freedom to express yourself in whatever way is pleasurable to you – and then we’ll wrap it all up with a big bow and call it Love – that idea is what this commercial is all about.
Check on an elongated version of the commercial on Youtube and you’ll hear lyrics sung to the music. “I can’t change even if I tried, even if I wanted to…”
Let’s pause for a moment to insert a little Isaiah right here. “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter! Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes.” (Isaiah 5:20-21). And now back to our regularly scheduled blog.
So I’m curious Persuade Content and Ad Council. How about we insert a scene into your commercial? Two skeletons are kissing fondly behind the screen. Out they pop a moment later, and it’s a 50 year old man and a 7 or 8 year old child. And no, it’s not grandpa. It’s a 50 year old man who believes that he is sexually wired to be aroused by children. He’s a card carrying member of the group whose motto is Sex by 8, or it’s too late.
Using the logic of your commercial, why shouldn’t the audience applaud? Why shouldn’t we all just smile, and tip our heads just so at how beautiful and loving and enlightened it all is?
“Well, see it’s a child, and we have to protect children. They can’t think for themselves yet.”
Oh, but a five year old being read Heather Has Two Mommies can? I’m confused.
The pedophiliac believes just as the homosexual and transgender and the polygamous and the polymorphous and the open-marriage participant… that this is who they are. Why is their attraction considered a disorder that needs to be treated, but these other attractions (that defy biology, faith and tradition also) are somehow normative and unchangeable?
And furthermore, by what reasoning do you decide that a sexual experience early on would be bad for a child? Couldn’t the argument be advanced – as pedophiliacs say – that such “love” leads to maturity and enlightenment that would actually be good for the child. Who are you to deny a child such an opportunity for growth?
You see, once we reach the point where we believe ‘the bones are all that matter’, what we are left with is nothing but absurdity. To adapt a well-known C.S. Lewis quote: we laugh at chastity then are shocked to find debauchery in our midst.