If the possibility of suffering is the foundation upon which is built the philosophy of so-called "merciful" abortion and euthanasia, then not one of us is safe from those wielding that bloody sword. Even those wielding it must one day face another wielding it in their direction. Cherry Bieber

February 1997 - Quote from Mother Teresa at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington attended by the President and the First Lady - "What is taking place in America is a war against the child. And if we accept that the mother can kill her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another?"

KJV Psalm 94:16-23 "Who will rise up for me against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity? Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence. When I said, 'My foot slippeth;' Thy mercy, O Lord, held me up. In the multitude of my thoughts within me Thy comforts delight my soul. Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with Thee, which frameth mischief by a law? They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood. But the Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge. And He shall bring upon them their own iniquity, and shall cut them off in their own wickedness; yea, the Lord our God shall cut them off."

"We do not stand any taller nor is there any work we do that is any greater than when we stand strong for the unborn child." Alabama State Senator Greg Reed

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Saturday, February 19, 2011

Reasonable Recourse?

By God's design, all human life has value from conception.  By the decree of some individuals, the unborn child has not yet attained viability or value and is readily dispensable unless the “right” person has decided that the child’s life has value.  For the so-called "unwanted child," abortion is a reasonable recourse. 

And so we stand with the blood of millions of unborn children dripping from our hands while marching and holding signs that say “No More War!”  Is it just me, or is there something very backward about this?   How is it that we can speak with passionate anger regarding horrific, violent, and tortuous crimes committed against individuals, yet ignore the dismembering, burning brutalities being committed against the unborn?

How on earth can we expect people to stop the killing that goes on throughout our world if we continue to murder tiny, innocent, unborn people???  How can we teach that every race and ethnic group has a right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness when we rob the most innocent of all humans those very same things??  The answer is simple…we can’t.  As long as we are willing to let the slaughter of babies go on in our [sometimes] clean little clinics, the slaughter will go on everywhere else because committing such an atrocity sears the conscience.  If no value is attributed to the life of unborn children, one cannot expect value to be attributed to any life at all.

Following is a something I wrote about my own experience.  I pray it will touch the hearts of all who read. 

Reasonable Recourse?
I watched from a distance as my daughter raised her hand and gently pushed her sandy blonde hair from her face.  For twenty-seven of her nearly thirty years I had watched her special way of doing this.  She possessed such gentleness even as early as the age of three and her eyes always sparkled with life that drew many to her.  Hers was a life the world had deemed unworthy and would have brought to an abrupt end through abortion, had they been allowed.  She reached down to lift the youngest of her six children, another child the world deemed unworthy to live.  As they stood there hugging with the sunlight on their hair, my thoughts drifted to the days of God’s intervention on their behalf.

With a resolute look of doom on her face, the doctor led me into her office to give me the news.  Judging by her demeanor, I thought she was about to tell me I had only weeks to live.  All in one breath she stated my “condition” as well as, according to her, the only reasonable recourse, “You’re pregnant.  I have already made the necessary calls to arrange for an abortion.”  I was just barely sixteen. 

I stared at her for a moment with a grin on my face as I absorbed her first words.  Then, as I realized what she was suggesting as “treatment” for my “condition,” I told her with all the courage I could muster up that I could never do such a thing.  In response to what she felt was an extremely immature and selfish decision on my part, she slammed her desk with the palm of her hand for emphasis and through gritted teeth said, “This is NOT a doll you are carrying!  This is a baby, a REAL baby! 
You have no business being a parent at your age!”  She continued ranting as I stood up and backed out of the room frightened that she might somehow be capable of forcing me to kill my child.

As my pregnancy progressed, I continued to be verbally assaulted by those who felt murdering my child was the only “unselfish” option I had.  How strange it all was to me.  Sometimes, I found myself hurting deeply for those who kept pressuring me to change my mind and I prayed for them.  I didn’t engage in arguments regarding this life God was forming inside of my body because I knew I was right.  I deeply Loved my child and my arms ached to hold her.  I spent many nights standing by the empty crib longing for her birth.  I was poor, but I knew God would provide.  Just one week following my seventeenth birthday, she was born.

Twenty-seven years later, my daughter, the mother of five, became deathly ill following a bite by a brown recluse spider.  Just as we all thought the end had come, the Lord showed us again that He is the Sovereign Giver and Taker of life.  The hand of darkness made another grab at God’s creation and was again thwarted.  Three months later, she was again pregnant. 

The doctors were frustrated that my daughter and her husband would not even consider aborting this child even after they’d been told that my daughter’s body would not likely yet be strong enough to bear this life without giving her own.  They also asserted that the baby would be grossly deformed and/or retarded due to the heavy medications my daughter had been on during her hospitalization.

The laughter of my grandchildren brought me back to the moment.  I again enjoyed my view from a distance as my daughter and her six children played in the grass.  Such wonderful blessings I’d been given! 

A car moving up the driveway sent the children into excited shrills of, “Daddy’s home!  Daddy’s home!” while they and my daughter ran to greet him.  I watched contentedly as they wrapped around one another and chattered excitedly.  My daughter turned and looked at me with that beautiful smile and the telling glow of her seventh child on her face.

I ponder these and many other moments and shudder to think what the hand of darkness would have blotted out had it the power to do so.  My heart weeps as I consider the millions upon which that hand of darkness has closed as our world errantly follows “My will be done.” 

I pray with tears of compassion for those who have had abortions, as this is truly a wound to the soul healed only by repentance and the salve of God’s blessed forgiveness.  I pray also that the world would see that each life is a creation of God from conception.  My family is but one shining example of God’s glorious power. 

1 comment:

The Piper's Wife said...

A wonderful, powerful testimony even as I read it again. Thank you for your boldness to share your story.