Obamacare, the Brothers Emanuel, and Winterflight...

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But pray that your flight will not be in the winter...  - Matthew 24:20

So President Obama's pal, Rahm Emanuel, polled enough votes out of the fire to be reelected for a second term as Chicago's mayor. Meanwhile, Mayor Emanuel's brother, Ezekiel, has been making waves with his Atlantic piece, "Why I Hope To Die at 75." Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel is a prof and administrator at University of Pennsylvania and one of the architects of that breathtaking violation of our Constitution variously called "Obamacare," the "Affordable Care Act," or "ACA."

Whenever I listen to President Obama, I get the feeling I'm being lectured by a public school teacher who can't believe he has to teach morons for a living, and just now caught me picking my nose and wiping it on my pants. To our hectoring President add the two Emanuel brothers, Rahm (POTUS's former chief of staff) and Ezekiel, and we have the Troika of Superiority.

Our President worked with his buds, Rahm and Ezekiel, to design and implement the Affordable Care Act and those with a smattering of discernment knew from the beginning that one of their goals was to get Americans to die younger and more quickly. But since lying was the modus operandi of the Affordable Care Act's passage, anyone who publicly objected to death committees and the rationing of healthcare services for those over seventy or so was denounced as an alarmist dunce and told to go back into his cave.

The warnings didn't fare much better among Evangelicals. Dad used to say...

"truth and time walk hand in hand," and pity the man who sees truth before its time and tries to warn the Church. Christians despise the prophet who tries to wake them. It might as well be "in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is a monster."

Dad did his best to warn the Church against the nationalized medicine of Barack Obama, the Emanuel brothers, and their healthcare rationing and death committees. He finished writing his warning way back in 1976 and it was titled Winterflight. Evangelicals resented him for this warning, just as they'd resented him fifteen years earlier for his warning against parachurch ministries titled The Gospel Blimp.

The summer of '76, we Baylys were in Cape May, New Jersey, for a family vacation and after dinner one day, Dad asked us if we'd like to hear something he'd just finished writing? We spent the evening listening to Winterflight.

The plot centered on the suffering of a hemophiliac boy and his Christian parents and grandparents under the persecution of their government. Parents carrying genetic abnormalities were barred from bearing children if there was any chance they would have defective children. Winterflight's parents had violated the law by making fruitful love and God had blessed them with a son, but since the son had been born with hemophilia, he was a non-person forced to live off the grid. When as a young boy their son developed a hematoma, it was impossible to get him treated so the father and mother appealed to Evangelical Christian doctors for help, but no one was willing to run the risk of breaking the law. Meanwhile the boy's grandfather received his summons to the Thanotel. He'd reached his mandatory death age and the government's functionaries issued him a date and time for his good death.

In other words, Barack Obama and his friends, the Emanuel brothers, had been successful and every aspect of life and death was now under the control of the feds with no one able to complain. Who could argue that, in the aggregate, things weren't much better under the Fed's control? For instance, older folks were terminated in such a way as to be kept on life-support for as long as it took to harvest all their body parts and organs for younger people's use. Such a splendid synchronicity of altruism and reciprocity!

The book was classic Dad and none of us listening that evening had any doubt Dad had seen the future and exposed it. Dad was a true Christian and therefore realistic about misery, pain, weakness, temptation, and sin. And speaking of weakness and temptation, readers will not forget the book's ending.

Winterflight had a respectable enough first run as a hardcover put out by Word Publishing. It was translated into German where the Third Reich had awakened some, but Evangelicals weren't much interested and Winterflight soon went out of print. Dad Taylor told me he thought my father had gone a little over the top with the plot and I'm sure that was the general thinking of those who took a look.

Twenty years later Dad had been dead for almost fifteen years and one day Dad Taylor told me he'd had a change of mind. He said "your father was amazingly prescient and you should get someone to bring Winterflight back into print." So I tried to find a publisher.

Multnomah and several other noteworthy Evangelical publishers of the time said they weren't interested, so figuring Dad Taylor himself thought the book should be in print and I might as well ask the publishing company he owned, I made an inquiry with Tyndale House's editorial department. It wasn't long before they rejected it, also.

Finally, I sent it to Crossway and they too rejected it. Their letter explained that they couldn't publish the book because it "glorified" sin, thus proving once more how utterly shallow Wheaton Evangelicals are—especially Reformed ones—when it comes to the doctrine of sin. Dad's book no more "glorified" sin than it minimized suffering, but no one ever went bankrupt pitching products at Evangelical superficiality and sentimentality.

Dad was a Christian. Dad was a biblical Christian. A biblically reformed Christian. A biblically reformed Christian man, and thus he never traded in sentimental Christian platitudes nor flattered Evangelical vanity.

And reading this prequel to Herr Professor Ezekiel Emanuel's obituary, I am compelled to say,  "Dad warned us." 

The full title of Prof. Emanuel's article is is "Why I Hope To Die at 75: An argument that society and families—and you—will be better off if nature takes its course swiftly and promptly."

We're all remembering that this guy helped President Obama design Obamacare, right? So why is he set on dying at 75?

(L)iving too long ...renders many of us, if not disabled, then faltering and declining... It robs us of our creativity and ability to contribute to work, society, the world. It transforms how people experience us, relate to us, and, most important, remember us. We are no longer remembered as vibrant and engaged but as feeble, ineffectual, even pathetic.

...Dying at 75 will not be a tragedy. Indeed, I plan to have my memorial service before I die. And I don’t want any crying or wailing...

So evolved. So very integrated, but no fear of God.

Prof. Emanuel doesn't say whether or not it's OK for a Christian friend or relative to attend his memorial service if it's possible they might cry over the eternal torment just around the corner? Would he allow this loved one to plead with him to put off his self-murder until he has fallen on his face before the Judge of all the earth, repenting and believing in the forgiveness of sins purchased by the Cross of Jesus Christ?

It was the good professor's namesake who prophesied:

"In you they have taken bribes to shed blood; you have taken interest and profits, and you have injured your neighbors for gain by oppression, and you have forgotten Me,” declares the Lord GOD. “Behold, then, I smite My hand at your dishonest gain which you have acquired and at the bloodshed which is among you. Can your heart endure, or can your hands be strong in the days that I will deal with you? I, the LORD, have spoken and will act. I will scatter you among the nations and I will disperse you through the lands, and I will consume your uncleanness from you. You will profane yourself in the sight of the nations, and you will know that I am the LORD." (Ezekiel 22:12-16)

Could there be a more terrible self-profanation than a man calling his friends and loved ones together to celebrate his impending self-murder, and no one can cry? 

Tim Bayly

Tim serves Clearnote Church, Bloomington, Indiana. He and Mary Lee have five children and big lots of grandchildren.

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