Oh, God. Why do You cast us off forever? Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture? Remember Your congregation which You have purchased of old, which You have redeemed to be the tribe of Your heritage!...Direct Your steps to the perpetual ruins. The enemy has destroyed everything in the sanctuary. (Verses 1-3)
The Lord called me from the womb, from the body of my mother He named my name.."Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Look! I have engraved you on the palms of My hands....." Isaiah 49
I was teaching ninth grade general English. Since I was also the high school debate coach, it was always in my syllabus to introduce the English classes to critical thinking skills. Each year I arranged for my classes to go to the library to research a topic to argue in class. Without exception, the ninth graders chose abortion. Usually the classes were equally divided between the pro-abortion and pro-life sides. By this time, horrifying as it seems, many of the girls had either an abortion or knew a friend who'd taken the life of a preborn. So the argument was personal on many levels. One of my students, Terri, worked hard on her pro-abortion debate speech. She would often come to my desk and ask questions like: "What does it mean the fetus is viable?" I would always answer with a semantical response that finally she questioned. "It means the baby can live on its own."
"Why do you keep calling it a baby?'' she finally asked in frustration.
"Terri," I said, "look up the word fetus in the dictionary."
She came back to my desk with tears in her eyes. "Mrs. Farish, I didn't know a fetus was a baby." She changed her side of the debate.
But that was several years ago. We now know what we are doing when we vacuum life out of our wombs. We are invading a private sanctuary where a person should feel the most sacred protection possible. Though pictures of the horror of actual abortions are banned from clinics because of their emotional baggage, we know in our hearts we killed a child. At its most vulnerable. The procedure paid for and, today, even celebrated by the very mothers who should have loved them into the world.
What has happened to us? When I was a young woman reading my Bible, I came across this verse: Understand this. In the last days there will be times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without natural affection. The word is astorgos and originates from alpha and storge meaning family affection. The Greek means more specifically, without natural affection to their own children. Intemperate. Fierce. I honestly couldn't ever see that coming. How could mothers or fathers ever hate their own kids? Where does that originate? But own generation planted the seed. A child of the sixties, I was there when women cried out to have the same sexual rights as men. In other words, they wanted indiscriminate sexual intercourse without the ramifications. Babies are ramifications. Roe vs. Wade established that women should not have to pay any consequences men don't have to. They have equal freedom under the law from bearing unwanted children. Guilt-free, because the Supremes said we were, we murdered our own. Our sovereign body parts trumped theirs, and so natural affection grows colder and colder. I spoke with a lady not long ago who had a child out of wedlock. Because he turned out to be so much work, she wished she had aborted him. There is really no comeback for that. I wish my child were dead because he's such a lot of work.
So we who know our God cry out. Where are you, Lord, when the young in their sanctuaries are destroyed? Where is Your anger? How can You let this holocaust continue? Fifty-five million children never saw the face of their mommy nor took their first step. President Obama has declared that we need to make our nation safe for children in the same breath he celebrates forty years of the right of a woman to choose to kill her children because of the passage of Roe vs. Wade. There is a disconnect. He has rightly declared that how a nation treats its children is how it will be judged. God help us, then. For we murder them in a wholesale manner and throw their bodies in garbage heaps behind abortion clinics or ravage them for their cells. And we know they are babies. We aren't that dumb.
God sees this. Make no mistake. Though our mothers and fathers forsake us, He never will. These little people who never took a breath of earthly air, are still precious to God Who named them and knows them and keeps them even now. He is a God of justice. Slow to anger. But the death toll from the violated sanctuaries where the hearts of His most vulnerable creation beat in anticipation of a mother's loving arms and a life with destiny and purpose is being counted. And God won't always hold back the wrath He feels at our selfish need to freely pursue our sexual freedom at the expense of the children planted their in our wantonness.
The Lord called me from the womb, from the body of my mother He named my name.."Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. Look! I have engraved you on the palms of My hands....." Isaiah 49
I was teaching ninth grade general English. Since I was also the high school debate coach, it was always in my syllabus to introduce the English classes to critical thinking skills. Each year I arranged for my classes to go to the library to research a topic to argue in class. Without exception, the ninth graders chose abortion. Usually the classes were equally divided between the pro-abortion and pro-life sides. By this time, horrifying as it seems, many of the girls had either an abortion or knew a friend who'd taken the life of a preborn. So the argument was personal on many levels. One of my students, Terri, worked hard on her pro-abortion debate speech. She would often come to my desk and ask questions like: "What does it mean the fetus is viable?" I would always answer with a semantical response that finally she questioned. "It means the baby can live on its own."
"Why do you keep calling it a baby?'' she finally asked in frustration.
"Terri," I said, "look up the word fetus in the dictionary."
She came back to my desk with tears in her eyes. "Mrs. Farish, I didn't know a fetus was a baby." She changed her side of the debate.
But that was several years ago. We now know what we are doing when we vacuum life out of our wombs. We are invading a private sanctuary where a person should feel the most sacred protection possible. Though pictures of the horror of actual abortions are banned from clinics because of their emotional baggage, we know in our hearts we killed a child. At its most vulnerable. The procedure paid for and, today, even celebrated by the very mothers who should have loved them into the world.
What has happened to us? When I was a young woman reading my Bible, I came across this verse: Understand this. In the last days there will be times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without natural affection. The word is astorgos and originates from alpha and storge meaning family affection. The Greek means more specifically, without natural affection to their own children. Intemperate. Fierce. I honestly couldn't ever see that coming. How could mothers or fathers ever hate their own kids? Where does that originate? But own generation planted the seed. A child of the sixties, I was there when women cried out to have the same sexual rights as men. In other words, they wanted indiscriminate sexual intercourse without the ramifications. Babies are ramifications. Roe vs. Wade established that women should not have to pay any consequences men don't have to. They have equal freedom under the law from bearing unwanted children. Guilt-free, because the Supremes said we were, we murdered our own. Our sovereign body parts trumped theirs, and so natural affection grows colder and colder. I spoke with a lady not long ago who had a child out of wedlock. Because he turned out to be so much work, she wished she had aborted him. There is really no comeback for that. I wish my child were dead because he's such a lot of work.
So we who know our God cry out. Where are you, Lord, when the young in their sanctuaries are destroyed? Where is Your anger? How can You let this holocaust continue? Fifty-five million children never saw the face of their mommy nor took their first step. President Obama has declared that we need to make our nation safe for children in the same breath he celebrates forty years of the right of a woman to choose to kill her children because of the passage of Roe vs. Wade. There is a disconnect. He has rightly declared that how a nation treats its children is how it will be judged. God help us, then. For we murder them in a wholesale manner and throw their bodies in garbage heaps behind abortion clinics or ravage them for their cells. And we know they are babies. We aren't that dumb.
God sees this. Make no mistake. Though our mothers and fathers forsake us, He never will. These little people who never took a breath of earthly air, are still precious to God Who named them and knows them and keeps them even now. He is a God of justice. Slow to anger. But the death toll from the violated sanctuaries where the hearts of His most vulnerable creation beat in anticipation of a mother's loving arms and a life with destiny and purpose is being counted. And God won't always hold back the wrath He feels at our selfish need to freely pursue our sexual freedom at the expense of the children planted their in our wantonness.
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