Many people here in America have heard of assisted suicide and believe that it is something that doesn’t really happen here. It’s the kind of thing you imagine in some dystopian novel or a distant land where human life is treated like a commodity, bartered away in the name of convenience. But most are unaware that several states have already legalized this grotesque practice—and now Democrats in Congress are working overtime to overturn a ban on federal funding for this atrocity, a ban that has stood as a frail but essential line against the tide of nihilism threatening to engulf our nation.

Let’s call this ideology what it is, a worldview utterly devoid of any acknowledgment of God. It is a worldview that sees life—not as a gift entrusted to mankind by its Creator—but as a disposable burden, a mere chemical existence that can be snuffed out when it becomes inconvenient.

It dresses itself up in the language of “compassion” and “dignity,” but beneath its polished rhetoric lies a callous rejection of the sanctity of life. Assisted suicide is not simply a legislative proposal or a controversial medical procedure designed to eliminate a “burden” on society. Rather, it is a theological declaration, a clenched fist raised against the God who gives and sustains life.

What does it even mean to claim the “right” to end one’s own life? Or worse, to bestow upon doctors the authority to become merchants of death? We’re already dealing with this as a nation when it comes to abortion—and God has not blessed us for it. The very notion presumes that life belongs to the individual—a deep contradiction to the revealed Word of our Creator that our lives are not our own.

“And for your lifeblood I will require a reckoning… for God made man in His own image,” Genesis 9:5–6 says. To embrace assisted suicide is to rob God of His rightful authority, seizing the pen from His hand and rewriting the story He is authoring. It is cosmic plagiarism, plain and simple.

At the federal level, H.R. 8137, the so-called “Patient Access to End of Life Care Act,” is nothing more than a blueprint for institutionalized rebellion against God. By lifting federal restrictions on funding for assisted suicide, this bill would transform what should be unthinkable into a taxpayer-funded industry of despair.

Imagine this, that your hard-earned money—bled from you by a government that has already squandered its moral capital—is being used to subsidize the extinguishing of human lives. If this is compassion, then the word has been hollowed out, emptied of meaning like a desecrated temple.

But this movement is not satisfied with merely legalizing assisted suicide. No, it must sanctify it, normalize it, and eventually enforce it. What begins as an option for the suffering soon becomes an expectation for the inconvenient. We’ve seen this before. In nations where assisted suicide has taken root, the slope has proven not only slippery but steep.

In Belgium and the Netherlands, euthanasia has extended to include children, those with mental illnesses, and even those tired of life. The grim logic of this ideology always demands more. Today, it is the terminally ill. Tomorrow, it is the depressed. The day after, it is the unwanted.

Do you think this is an exaggeration? Evaluate for yourself the worldview that underpins it. A society that sees life as disposable does not stop at terminal illness. It cannot. Once you accept that human life is expendable in one context, you lose the ability to defend it in any other.

If suffering justifies killing, then who among us is safe? And who defines suffering? Is it physical pain? Emotional anguish? Financial inconvenience? The lines will blur because they must. That is the inevitable trajectory of a culture unmoored from the truth of God—that every human being is made in His image.

And where is the church in all of this? Too often, silent. Too often, complicit. Too often, unwilling to offend the sensibilities of a culture that hates truth. But let me be clear, there is no neutral ground here. To say nothing is to side with death. To remain silent is to permit evil. The church must proclaim, without hesitation or apology, that life is sacred—not because we say so, but because the One who formed us in the womb says so (Psalm 139:13–16).

So please do not be deceived by the propaganda of this movement. They speak of autonomy and “dying with dignity,” as though to end one’s life is the ultimate expression of freedom. But true freedom is found not in death, but in life—life submitted to the sovereignty of Christ.

The gospel offers hope to the hopeless, comfort to the suffering, and redemption to the broken. Assisted suicide offers none of these. It is a counterfeit savior, promising peace but delivering despair.

And what of the doctors who participate in this? What of those sworn to heal but who now wield their instruments to kill? They are not healers—they are executioners. Their white coats are stained with the blood of those they were meant to protect. And the law that would permit this practice? It is not just a bad policy, it is a blasphemous decree, akin to the edicts of tyrants who have always sought to play God.

America stands at a precipice. To embrace assisted suicide is to choose death—not just for the terminally ill, but for our nation. It is to shake our fists at the heavens and declare that we, not God, are the arbiters of life and death. But the God who created life is not mocked. We will reap what we sow. A nation that sows death will harvest destruction.

The choice is clear. We can repent of this madness, return to the authority of God’s Word, and affirm the sanctity of life at every stage. Or we can continue down this path of death and destruction, deceiving ourselves into believing that we are wise when we are, in fact, fools (Romans 1:22).

May God have mercy on us if we choose the latter.