In the fall of 2013, an Iowa man named Benton Mackenzie had a run-in with the police. He was arrested and jailed for 42 days, and police also charged his wife, son, and a family friend. His father, an army veteran, and his mother, who has been in the same weekly prayer meeting for four decades, were charged too—simply for living in the same house as Benton.
What crime were all these deviants accused of? Growing and using marijuana.
You see, Benton was dying from cancer. His doctors confirmed that there was nothing they could do to help him and what time he had left was marked by constant pain. The particular type of cancer he had was angiosarcoma, which can cause painful tumors that erupt as lesions on the skin.
It turns out that cannabis oil was the one medicine which brought Benton any relief, but marijuana use—even for medical purposes—is strictly illegal in Iowa.
He was only released from jail when the state got worried about being stuck with his medical bills!
Said Benton’s 71-year-old mom, who was charged as a felon, “My husband and I have been accused of running a drug house, because we allowed him to live [with us] and treat his cancer.”
Is this how we treat cancer patients in the land of the free?
Is this what it looks like to wage the war on drugs?
And if it is, is that really a war we want to keep fighting?
For many Christians—me, in the past, included—continuing the drug war was always a no-brainer. Drugs are bad, so they should be illegal, right?
Not so fast.