The story is starting to come out of the woodwork. The nauseating story of the abortionist "doctor" in West Philadelphia who performed hundreds of late-term abortions, resulting in the death of countless babies and at least two of their mothers.
It's completely sickening. Gut-wrenching to read of what this heartless man did to ensure those breathing babies were "ensured fetal demise". In talking about it to my husband, he said he had to turn off the radio when they started talking about it. It's heard to wrap your mind around such evil.
Trust me, the stories are graphic. Unless you are prepared to handle it, don't go reading about this story.
But I'm seeing it all over facebook. How horrible this is. How heartless. And it's true. When you hear of breathing babies whose lives are taken in a horrendous act, there is no other word for it. Murder.
I can't keep quiet. I still have this nagging feeling.
Why is this different than any of the other thousands of abortions that are performed every day?
Truly. What is the difference of a few weeks? 6 weeks. 8 weeks. 10 weeks. Why is this so horrendous to cause so much attention, when babies only a mere couple of weeks or months younger don't receive the same aghast reaction?
Please, let's think about it.
The least of these has been on my heart. The Lord is near to them. He identifies with the least. And in all honesty, I can't imagine anyone more disadvantaged than a child who never has a chance to breathe. Never given the opportunity. I just can't be silent.
I don't know what to do. I'm going to seek it out, all the while knowing that we serve a sovereign God with a Spirit that desires to guide and protect us. Let's pray for heart change. For the young girl who wasn't expecting to be a mother so soon. Let's pray that she would choose to give the gift of a child to another family if she isn't fit. Let's pray that the doctors who are performing these acts would begin to see the life that they are killing. Let's pray that those who have a fire in their hearts for life would not fear being bold.
Our country seems to be all about rights. As if we all have a right to something (which is a whole different issue altogether). I'm sorry, but I can't understand the band wagon of a woman's right to an abortion. Life is full of unexpecteds. Sometimes horrible, life-altering unexpected things. There is always a choice how to handle it. In every other unexpected event, you can't go back and erase it as if it had never happened. You must cope, work through it. Somehow, we've come to the conclusion that life inside the womb is erasable. It is simply not true. Most people who have had an abortion will tell you that it wasn't something they were able to walk away from completely unscathed. But that is the message we put out there. That there don't have to be consequences.
Even under the darkest of circumstances, women have the ability to chose life for a child. It may not be easy, but neither is life. We live in a world of chaos, but God is the author of life and choosing life for a child over death can allow God's miracle in an otherwise dark time.
Please hear this friends. I think it is out there that people who have opposing opinions must also hate the opposer. I can promise that if you have a differing opinion from me, I still love you. There is much that I hate. I do hate abortion. I hate evil. I hate that there are 50 million lives unaccounted for at the hand of unknowing women and doctors. I hate that this world has such a twisted view of sexuality. But, I love you. You who advocate for women's rights. You who had an abortion. You who just can't see from my perspective. That's fine. I still love you. But I'm continuing to pray for hearts changed and lives saved. There is hope and redemption. I have not many, but a handful of friends who have such a history and their testimony is powerful as they have experienced God's grace. I just love their bravery.
Now, let's get on our knees for all the lives lost. Those that breathed a breath or two, and those that never did.