Boet: After much consideration and soul-searching, i feel much the same Detri. Even organ transplants perplex me somewhat. If we have a date with death, who are we to prolong life? Are we playing God, or are we instruments in the hand of God? To my mind, this is a very complex conundrum with good arguments either way.
one can argue that God gave us intellect to survive. Getting a heart , which is just a muscle, to live is one thing. Putting your humanity, that which gives you free will, that which makes you a divine being, that which sets you apart from all creation on someone elses body, a body that was the "host" of another humans soul is playing God. His disabled not dying. He is ungrateful for the perfectly imperfect body he was given, for a reason. Its like putting my head on another body because i'm short. If God wanted me tall i'd be tall. My shortness is perfect in the eyes of the One that made me short, just as the eyes of the blind is perfect to the One that made them so. Because there is a complex perfection in the ability not to see. I'm not easily shocked, but i'm completely shocked.