EUTHANASIA

For some reason some people are starting to talk about euthanasia ( killing the weak and infirmed) as if it were OK to do. Matter of fact some people are talking that the World is over populated and that a certain portion of the population should die by a man induced plague. I want to ask just one question. What is wrong with these people?????
Every Christian should be shouting from the roof tops that this is insanity.

For some reason some people are starting to talk about euthanasia ( killing the weak and infirmed) as if it were OK to do. Matter of fact some people are talking that the World is over populated and that a certain portion of the population should die by a man induced plague. I want to ask just one question. What is wrong with these people?????
Every Christian should be shouting from the roof tops that this is insanity.
I Corinthians 15: 26 The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
Hebrews 2: 14 Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil;
15 And deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.
Death is not a blessing. Death is not what God wanted for man kind. Death is an enemy. The people that are promoting or approving of euthanasia are either very cold blooded or else they never experienced the loss of a loved one.
I Corinthians 15: 54 So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. 55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Here is a poem from Dylan Thomas as he watched his father dying. It is a rage and an anger expressed in poem. I agree “Do not go quietly into that good night. Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
— Dylan Thomas