Netflix and Christians: Our Mutual Exploitation of Image Bearers

Paris Games Week 2017 : Day Three At Porte De Versailles In Paris

by John Ellis

A bikini carwash is located around the corner from our house; across the street from our son’s elementary school. I suspect that if I were to check, I would find that its prices are substantially higher than other carwashes. Customers are paying for the “privilege” of leering at almost-nude young women doing menial work, after all. Make no mistake, for many of the men who wait in line for that “privilege” (if not all), the work of washing their vehicle is merely an incidental part of their lustful experience at the carwash. Whenever I drive by it, I sadly ponder how one of Satan’s lies is convincing us that oppression and exploitation equals freedom.

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Review – Gosnell: The Trial of America’s Biggest Serial Killer


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by John Ellis

***This review contains spoilers***

“How do we know the skulls are empty?”

That gruesome question is asked by Assistant District Attorney Alexis McGuire, played by Sarah Jane Morris, as she stares at a row of dead babies. Whether or not the “skulls are empty” is a vital piece of evidence she needs to help build her case against Dr. Kermit Gosnell, an abortion doctor accused of murder, among a litany of other crimes. That question also represents the contrast between humanity (life) and evil (death) portrayed in Gosnell: The Trial of America’s Biggest Serial Killer.

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#BelieveWomen Versus the Presumption of Innocence


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by John Ellis

You shall not pervert justice. You shall not show partiality, and you shall not accept a bribe, for a bribe blinds the eyes of the wise and subverts the cause of the righteous. Justice, and only justice, you shall follow, that you may live and inherit the land that the Lord you God is giving you. Deuteronomy 16:19-20

During a test over the state capitals, my fourth-grade teacher accused me of cheating. Walking around the classroom, she noticed a piece of paper sticking out of my crowded, disorganized desk. That paper happened to be a previously taken quiz over the state capitals. While my classmates left for music class, the teacher held me behind.

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