I’m just saying that if you read about something like this in the Old Testament, you’d expect some smiting in the next chapter. That’s all I’m saying.

Let’s look at this through the modern prism of judgement. Who gets hurt? Isn’t this just love? A mother wanted to do a nice thing for her gay son. A new child was born. Aren’t you pro-life? Are you against children being born, bigot?

Aleister Crowley, whose motto was, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” stands somewhere and applauds this turn of events.

Imagine it. A 61-year-old mother’s womb pressed into service like some rented industrial unit, conceiving a child with the sperm of her own son. So that he and his male lover might… what? Tick the box marked “parenthood” in the great modern shopping catalogue of desires?

The Catholic Church, that ancient, stubborn, incense-filled institution that still dares to remember what a human being actually is, would look upon this not with mere disapproval, but with the sorrowful recognition of a civilization that has lost its way.

Why? Because the Church, for all its flaws and scandals, still clings to the radical idea that reality, as created by God, has a given order. That bodies, sexuality, and reproduction are not to be moulded by whatever longing flits through our heads this decade. They are sacramental. They point to something beyond our appetites.

First, the sheer violation of natural law. In the Church’s view, rooted in Scripture, Aristotle, Aquinas, and two millennia of contemplating the human person, sex and procreation belong within the covenant of man and woman, open to life. Not as a sterile transaction in a clinic. This scenario doesn’t just separate sex from procreation but weaponizes biology against itself. The mother becomes both mother and grandmother in the most grotesque genetic knot. The child arrives not as the fruit of spousal communion, but as a bespoke product commissioned to fulfill an adult’s wish. The Church says that life is a gift, not a right. Not a customised accessory for validating relationships. When you turn the womb into a laboratory and sperm into raw material, you have already begun treating persons as projects.

Then there’s the incestuous undertone. Even stripped of erotic intent, the mingling of mother and son’s reproductive material collapses the sacred architecture of family roles. Mother is mother. Son is son. The boundaries exist for a reason – four our own good. The Church doesn’t see this as “progressive family expansion.” It sees a blurring of the very icons through which we first understand authority, dependence, origin, and otherness.

And yes, there’s the gay element. The Church has always taught that sexual acts are ordered toward the unitive and procreative. This is not and/or. Two men cannot naturally produce a child. That’s not bigotry; that’s biology. To bypass that with technology and a maternal surrogate-conceiver is to demand that reality bend to eros detached from telos. The Church would argue the child is being brought into existence deliberately deprived of the maternal and paternal presence in its proper, embodied origin story. Every child has a right, as far as possible, to the mystery of coming from one man and one woman. Not as a ideological statement, but as the default setting of creation.

What we’re seeing here isn’t compassion. This is the final triumph of the will. The Nietzschean assertion that we shall create our own meaning, even if it means hijacking the womb of one’s own aging mother. It’s the Gnostic impulse dressed in rainbow flags and lab coats.

The Church, in its infuriating, unyielding way, still insists humanity flourishes when we conform ourselves to reality rather than twisting reality to conform to us. When we accept that some doors are closed not out of cruelty, but because walking through them leads to spiritual and psychological ruin. A child conceived in such radical artifice would enter a hall of mirrors: Who is my mother? Who is my father? Why does my existence feel like an experiment?

In the end, it’s not hatred of love. It’s a recognition that some “loves” are actually refusals. The Church looks at this scenario and sees, not a family being formed, but the sacred ecology of human generation being vivisected for the sake of adult validation.

Wake up. The body remembers. The order remembers. And the ancient wisdom might just be wiser than our feelings after all.