A Child....Not a Choice
It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones. Luke 17:2
W hy murder?
As I look into the face of a tiny, newborn baby, as I marvel over the intricate features...his tiny hands, feet, little face, his little face stretches into a yawn and then relaxes. I wonder what he is dreaming about as various expressions cross the tender little face.
And then I stop short. What if this child's parents had decided they didn't want another baby and gone and had this child killed? What if the mother had gone and swallowed a pill to ensure that she would not have the bother of another child? What if?
This beautiful, little, baby boy in my arms would not be here. His life would have been snatched away from him before it had barely begun.
Do not mothers care for the dear, little baby in their womb? It appears that many do not. Every year 47 million babies are murdered. What? Why? Murdered? A baby? In North America? So called civialized countries?
Yes, in our so-called civialized countries, where people are so rich and so taken up with themselves that they couldn't care less to be bothered by the care of a child, and so they stoop to such a low-down act of killing their children. They make a trip to the nearest abortion clinic; a building that is placed in the handiest places for people to walk in, and then another child is thrown into the garbage bin out the back door.
Worthless, thrown aside, forgotten, deemed not fit to live by some selfish, lazy people. How could she? How can they?
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of each of these beloved children. Tenderly placed in the womb by the Father, to live and grow, and then murdered by its own mother who decided she didn't want the work.
Precious in the sight of the Lord....
I love each of these dear, little ones, forgotten, cast-aside, deemed not fit to live, unwanted. What made the rest of us better fit to live then they? I am afraid that they are better fit then we are. It is that when abortion is considered people consider the "rights" and feelings of everyone involved but the one being killed. Isn't that how it has always been? People don't care in the least for the one they want to kill.
I once (several years ago, so I don't rememeber the exact details) read a touching story told by a young woman. Her mother got pregnant and decided that she didn't want her child and so she decided to have an abortion. Another lady who was desperately struggling to get pregnant and could not, somehow heard about her and went to her and offered to take the child. Which she did. The child grew in her womb and was born to her. She raised her to adulthood.
Then one day this young woman got in wrong company and ended up getting pregnant. She grieved deeply over the mistake she had made but knew that now she must bear the consequences of her mistake. And then her doctor informed her that her child had Down's Syndrome and he advised her to get an abortion and thus not have to worry with caring for a handicapped child. She refused, "I cannot, and will not." The doctors pressed her trying to scare her with stories of problems this child would cause. She once again refused and then shared her story. "If my adoptive mother had not stepped in and saved my life I would not be here. No, I made the mistake, I will keep the child. I will not cast it aside as my biological mother did to me. I will accept it."
That girl's story is heartbreaking. I am over-joyed that she kept the baby. And I think of many other babies that did not live to share their story of being cast aside, forgotten, because no one was there to take them in. No one cared for their lives. They were unwanted. Abortion and the Pill are murder and nothing other.
Oh, let us fight to save the lives of these poor, innocent ones that are precious in the sight of the Lord.
May God help us...
Written January 25th, 2007
W hy murder?
As I look into the face of a tiny, newborn baby, as I marvel over the intricate features...his tiny hands, feet, little face, his little face stretches into a yawn and then relaxes. I wonder what he is dreaming about as various expressions cross the tender little face.
And then I stop short. What if this child's parents had decided they didn't want another baby and gone and had this child killed? What if the mother had gone and swallowed a pill to ensure that she would not have the bother of another child? What if?
This beautiful, little, baby boy in my arms would not be here. His life would have been snatched away from him before it had barely begun.
Do not mothers care for the dear, little baby in their womb? It appears that many do not. Every year 47 million babies are murdered. What? Why? Murdered? A baby? In North America? So called civialized countries?
Yes, in our so-called civialized countries, where people are so rich and so taken up with themselves that they couldn't care less to be bothered by the care of a child, and so they stoop to such a low-down act of killing their children. They make a trip to the nearest abortion clinic; a building that is placed in the handiest places for people to walk in, and then another child is thrown into the garbage bin out the back door.
Worthless, thrown aside, forgotten, deemed not fit to live by some selfish, lazy people. How could she? How can they?
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of each of these beloved children. Tenderly placed in the womb by the Father, to live and grow, and then murdered by its own mother who decided she didn't want the work.
Precious in the sight of the Lord....
I love each of these dear, little ones, forgotten, cast-aside, deemed not fit to live, unwanted. What made the rest of us better fit to live then they? I am afraid that they are better fit then we are. It is that when abortion is considered people consider the "rights" and feelings of everyone involved but the one being killed. Isn't that how it has always been? People don't care in the least for the one they want to kill.
I once (several years ago, so I don't rememeber the exact details) read a touching story told by a young woman. Her mother got pregnant and decided that she didn't want her child and so she decided to have an abortion. Another lady who was desperately struggling to get pregnant and could not, somehow heard about her and went to her and offered to take the child. Which she did. The child grew in her womb and was born to her. She raised her to adulthood.
Then one day this young woman got in wrong company and ended up getting pregnant. She grieved deeply over the mistake she had made but knew that now she must bear the consequences of her mistake. And then her doctor informed her that her child had Down's Syndrome and he advised her to get an abortion and thus not have to worry with caring for a handicapped child. She refused, "I cannot, and will not." The doctors pressed her trying to scare her with stories of problems this child would cause. She once again refused and then shared her story. "If my adoptive mother had not stepped in and saved my life I would not be here. No, I made the mistake, I will keep the child. I will not cast it aside as my biological mother did to me. I will accept it."
That girl's story is heartbreaking. I am over-joyed that she kept the baby. And I think of many other babies that did not live to share their story of being cast aside, forgotten, because no one was there to take them in. No one cared for their lives. They were unwanted. Abortion and the Pill are murder and nothing other.
Oh, let us fight to save the lives of these poor, innocent ones that are precious in the sight of the Lord.
May God help us...
Written January 25th, 2007
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