How in the world does this happen?
You’ve got two cruise ships, each of them as big as a small town, calm water, perfect visibility, and one of the ships already docked, not moving; plus radar, video, and–supposedly!–a captain and ship’s officers on the bridge, making sure that all goes well. And yet the one ship still manages to tear into the other’s stern.
Oh, captain, my captain! Where the blazes are ya, dude?
No fog, no tempest, no crowded melee of warships duking it out in the narrow waters of Salamis. No galley slaves, no bald guy pounding on a drum while the centurion shouts “Ramming speed!” This is one of those things that shouldn’t happen. Ever. I mean, how do you plow into a ship that you can see?
I can’t help seeing in this totally avoidable accident a metaphor for the way our whole Western civilization is going, these days. You should avoid it, but you don’t. You plow into the ship that’s sitting right there in front of you.
Without God’s guidance, it happens every time. Watch the S.S. Transgender plow right into the S.S. Moral Blindness. Oops!