In the past, I’ve shied away from speaking about all things controversial. I have never been an in your face kind of gal. I took that old saying to heart- if you don’t have something nice to say then keep your trap shut.
Then something changed all of that. As I witnessed an ultrasound of a baby in the womb of an abortion minded woman, I knew something inside of me would never be the same. To know that I was seeing what might be the last images of this baby’s life was utterly heartbreaking. I don’t know if what I said made a difference or not. And the not knowing is the hardest part.
I felt empty for days after that experience. I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t read my Bible. I was angry at myself for not saying or doing more, and I was angry at God because He allowed me to become so emotionally invested in something that I would possibly fail at in the worst possible way. It was almost enough to make me walk away from it all and save myself all that agony and all those tears.
But then something amazing happened. In a circle of ten or so strangers, at a church I didn’t belong to, one by one prayers went up all around me. Prayers for those hurting and scared women thinking abortion is their only answer, prayers for those who have already chosen abortion, and prayers for those of us that worked to bring abortion to an end. They were praying for me, and I had told no one about what I’d been struggling with. The burden of failure and grief was instantly lifted, and that’s when I knew, even though I felt I couldn’t go to God with all of this, He came to me. And as the days passed, He nudged me to do something totally out of my comfort zone, but I have been dragging my feet about it. I don’t like to make waves. I like to blend in, but then the words of my own prayer in that circle of strangers came back to me. With a tear filled voice, I had prayed, “Lord, give us a boldness of spirit to speak up about the things that You place on our hearts.”
God is giving me that chance right now, so here I go….
We are at war. It’s not a war for oil or for land, no this war is being battled for something far more precious. This war isn’t fought in some desert land or jungle, no this war is fought right here on the soils of our very nation. And we are taking heavy casualties of the worst kind. Every day 3300 lives are lost in hometowns across this country. Our people are being killed with a recklessness that knows no bounds. There is no thought given to the future lives of all those thousands. These are the casualties that have no voice and therefore receive no justice in death. They leave no mourning wife or husband behind. They will never get to see their own eyes or smile in the faces of their children and grandchildren. These thousands of Americans that die daily receive no funerals. There is no obituary in the paper; no outpouring of food and flowers from the community. There are no outraged people rioting in the streets for these brutal deaths because our government has decided that no laws have been broken. These casualties of war are not even spoken about unless an election is looming ahead. No, there is none of that because all those lives lost every day belong to the most innocent, most trusting, and most helpless of our kind. They are our future generations. And they are being slaughtered for as low as $250 each. Is that what a life in this world is now worth? For less than the price of an iPad, an unborn child can disappear from existence.
Since 1973, we have lost 56 million US citizens to this war. That’s 56 million sons and daughters. That’s 56 million brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins. What have we done to our families? We have wiped out complete generational lines all for the sake of convenience, money, lust, and our right as a people to choose. Well guess what? Those choices that we believe are so rightly ours to make have destroyed this country. How many Dr. Martin Luther Kings, Billy Grahams, and Mother Teresas have been lost to abortion? What more could our society have been with the knowledge and input of 56 million more people?
We will never know what could have been, and we have no one to blame but ourselves as a nation. We have allowed this to happen by not speaking up, by our election choices, and by our apathy.
Do we really expect God to bless a nation that kills its most innocent? How arrogant we have become as a people when we believe our ways are higher than His. We have tried to place ourselves above God and believe we have all authority on this earth, but we are wrong. So wrong. I just pray that when our time comes to an end, He has mercy on us despite the fact that we, as a nation, showed none.