The pictures of that child—they are almost too much to stomach. The poor kid is wide-eyed, bewildered, and smothered in counterfeit affection. These are not accidents of fate, they are the fruit of a poisoned tree.

And the name of that tree is Obergefell v. Hodges.

That infamous 2015 decision didn’t simply redefine marriage. It detonated a cultural bomb, shattering the foundations of family and scattering the debris into every corner of American life. The Court, in a stunning act of arrogance, declared that thousands of years of human civilization, every culture across the globe, every sacred text, and the biological realities of male and female could all be swept aside because five people wearing black robes decided they knew better.

They told us it was about “love.” But it was never about love—it was about domination. It was about taking the most fundamental institution God ever created and turning it into a plaything for progressives. It was about replacing the covenant of marriage with the counterfeit of “partnership,” and then demanding the rest of us applaud.

And now, years later, we see the result. Children turned into commodities. Women reduced to rental wombs. Men strutting through Instagram reels, parading children like trophies while the world cheers them on. These aren’t isolated incidents — they are the direct, inevitable consequence of a ruling that opened the door for the commodification of life itself.

Tell me, what is the difference between a black-market trafficker and a fertility clinic selling children to two men playing house? One hides in the shadows, the other hides behind a smiling hashtag. But the child doesn’t know the difference. To him, the theft is the same. The loss is the same. The wound is the same.

The irony drips like a caustic poison from a HazMat dump. The Supreme Court told us Obergefell would expand liberty. But what liberty does this child have? To be bought, sold, and raised in a house stripped of God’s design?

The Court promised dignity. But where is the dignity in tearing a child from the arms of the mother who bore him?

They promised equality. But what equality is there when the very building blocks of life—a mother and a father—are declared legally irrelevant?

The truth is inescapable. Obergefell wasn’t just a legal error. It was an all-out assault on God and man. An assault on marriage. An assault on family. An assault on children. It paved the way for surrogacy farms where babies like this are engineered for sale. It paved the way for adoption pipelines that serve the sexual fetishes of grown men instead of children’s needs.

It paved the way for a generation of boys and girls who will grow up never even knowing what was stolen from them.

And while the world claps along, the Church is faced with a question it can no longer ignore: at what point does silence become complicity? At what point do we realize that standing against abortion, while necessary, is not enough?

At what point do we see that this, too—this national emergency of children trafficked through petri dishes and Instagram posts—demands the same fervor, the same boldness, the same refusal to bend?

Drag queen story hours, gender “transitions” for children, public school indoctrination…it is all one war. One rebellion. One satanic assault on the image of God. The faces change, the costumes change, the hashtags change, but the goal is the same. The goal is to deface the Creator’s design and call the destruction “good.”

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter! —Isaiah 5:20

Civil government is not a human experiment. It is God’s institution. And He has not given it to men so that they might sanctify perversion. He has given it so that evil might be restrained. And in this nation, where we have the privilege of influencing government, at least for now, to stand by while children are trafficked under the guise of “family” is not neutrality. It is surrender.

Look again at the child’s face in those pictures. He doesn’t know he is the victim of a sexual revolution. He doesn’t know that his very existence has been conscripted into a movement that sees him not as a blessing but as a trophy. He doesn’t know the cost of Obergefell.

But we do. And that is why the weight of this national emergency cannot be ignored.

The Court promised love, dignity, and freedom. What it delivered was the legalized trafficking of innocence. And unless the tide turns, children like the one in those pictures will be the casualties—their birthrights stripped, their lives staged for applause, their humanity commodified for a fantasy.

That is the legacy of Obergefell. And it is a legacy written not in justice, but in the stolen tears of children.