Last week, something in me broke.
After much careful thought and prayer, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s Pierre Poilievre’s fault.
Predictably, the Liberal Party and their enablers in the mainstream media pulled out the old playbook—attack the Conservatives on abortion. It’s a tired trick, but it still works. And what did Poilievre say in response? Essentially:
“The issue is settled. It’s been settled in the Conservative Party of Canada for over 20 years. There’s no appetite for change.”
(paraphrased from several interviews, including this one)
To reinforce the point, he added a nod to MAiD (Medical Assistance in Dying), promising not to expand it further.
So: feeling depressed? Don’t worry, we won’t kill you more than we already do.
What surprised me wasn’t the Liberal attack line or Poilievre’s predictable dodge.
What surprised me was how I reacted.
In previous years—decades, even—I voted Conservative. I used to give them a pass.
“Sure,” I told myself, “they can’t touch abortion or euthanasia. It’s political suicide. Just win the election.”
But something’s changed.
It’s me.
I don’t care anymore about the excuses.
I don’t care anymore about “just winning.”
What good is it to win power when no one uses it to pursue righteousness?
There is virtually no moral difference between the major parties in Canada. None of them stand for life. None of them speak the truth. None of them fear God.
How can anyone—especially those who claim Christ—justify support for abortion and euthanasia?
The science is clear: a baby in the womb is… a baby.
We have ultrasound images. We have embryology textbooks. We have reason and conscience.
And yet we kill them—by the tens of thousands.
As for euthanasia, are we still pretending MAiD is about “death with dignity”?
Canada now leads the world in state-sanctioned suicide.
We euthanize the poor, the disabled, the mentally ill—even children.
Don’t take my word for it.
This isn’t compassion. This is cruelty.
And yet, after nearly a decade of moral and fiscal corruption, roughly 40% of Canadians still say they’ll vote Liberal.
There was a time when scandals meant something:
- The Sponsorship Scandal
- SNC-Lavalin
- WE Charity
- Aga Khan vacations
- Blackface
- Emergencies Act overreach
Now? Nothing sticks. The public shrugs. There’s no moral memory.
I have a neighbour—here in rural Alberta—canvassing for the Liberals.
How do I interact with that?
How do I respect someone who actively advances moral and civic decay?
And then comes Good Friday.
I look at the Cross, and I’m undone.
Christ died for sinners. For the wicked. For the corrupt. For the blind and apathetic.
He died for people just like me.
And that’s the only reason I can’t say, “Let it all burn.”
Left to my own instincts? I’d strike the match.
But Christ didn’t.
He came to save, not to destroy.
He opened my blind eyes. He showed me my sin.
And still, He died for me.
Every Sunday, our church prays for our leaders.
We ask that they be wise, just, and upright.
And every week, they fail us.
But we pray again.
Not because we trust in them—
but because we trust in Christ.
Still, this year, I’m praying through clenched teeth.
And part of me wants to say, with Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet:
“A pox on all your houses.”
And maybe there is a pox.
Maybe we are getting the government we deserve.
God help us all.
Covenant Presbyterian Church 