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In Defense of the Defenseless

What a crazy time we live in.
When Christians are fighting Christians on the morality of killing babies.  
When we need to take to the streets to speak for the unborn.
When, in our country, three hundred babies are killed each day.
When speaking of their deaths is cause for hate and ridicule.
When defending them is looked upon as heinous and anti-woman.

How did we get here?

Please, Lord, let us move on from this ludicrous place.

Let me tell you a story:

Once upon a time, my mother (my biological mother) found herself pregnant with me. She was in grade 11. Her own mother was dead. It had to have been a truly horrible, frightening time for her. Seeing no other choice, and most likely out of fear, she went to the doctor for an abortion. I am so thankful that he, a Christian who was not afraid to call abortion what it was, told her that there was a baby inside of her – not a fetus, not a lump – a baby. He said that there were many, many people who wanted to have a baby inside of them and couldn’t. He told her that if she would consider not killing the baby inside of her, he would help her along the way and find one of those families to take me.

To be honest, I am amazed that she made that choice – yes, the choice – to carry me to term, without a mother’s help or guidance, while likely being ostracized by her peers at school; and, for all I know, without the support of her boyfriend. It must have been terrible. Her plight, as with the plight of women  like her across Canada and the World, fills me with compassion.

And yet, her plight does not justify murder. How have we come to question that truth?

If she had have been raped would we justify her killing her rapist? No.

Why is it that defending the baby inside of her is somehow an attack on her and her rights?

How are we not scratching our heads at this bizarre logic of the 21st Century? How are we not filled with compassion and yet justice as well?

All I can think of is Romans 1:28:

And since they did not see fit to acknowledge God, God gave them up to a debased mind to do what ought not to be done.

Today, with the March for Life at the forefront of my mind, all I can do is cry and pray for this world that we live in.
~Pray that God will forgive us for this daily atrocity that we are committing.
~Pray that God will forgive us for letting our discomfort prevent us from defending the defenceless at a personal cost to ourselves. (I have many thoughts on the subject of support for pregnant women and the unborn babies inside of them.)
~Pray that eventually God will shake this darkness off of us.
~Pray that the number of babies dying each day will no longer be so devastating.

I know that this sounds emotional, but it should be an emotional topic for believers. I understand why those who do not have redeemed minds and hearts can turn a blind eye to this – or even support it passionately. But I do not understand how someone who loves and serves Jesus Christ can.

Maybe this sounds harsh, but the truth of God’s word should be.

For the Word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.
Hebrews 4:12

And what does the Word of God say?

For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are your works, and my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth.
Psalm 139:13-16


Let that truth shape your beliefs, Christian. 

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