I was reviewing materials for sidewalk counselors at abortion centers, and I learned something I hadn't known. This should give anyone who believes God could ever condone abortion pause. (It does astonish me, but there
are pro-choice people who believe they are Christians.) The same Greek word "Brephos" was used interchangeably in Luke for both prenatal, and postnatal babies. In Luke 1:41, "brephos" was used to describe the prenatal fetus, John, in Elizabeth's womb, and then in Luke 18:15-17, "brephos" was used to describe the infants brought to be touched by Jesus. There is no biblical distinction between the born and the pre-born. There are countless verses about the sanctity of life from the moment of conception, as well. I am always grieved at the abortion mill, but particularly by the cars that pull in with Jesus stickers on them, or church logos. To God, a baby is a miracle, a gift, a blessing, no matter what temporary location he inhabits. Thus, my beloved fellow Christians, unless you condone the murder of babies who are outside the womb, you cannot support the murder of babies within the womb.
I have heard pro-choice people say that the baby would be born in such horrible circumstances that it is kinder to kill them. Goodness! Half the world should be euthanized if that is true! Yet, this is how they reconcile their stance that abortion should be legal and available. I was thinking about that as I sat in church yesterday. The pastor made an altar call, and I saw a woman go immediately to kneel at the altar. I watched her, wondering what private grief she was shouldering. She was there for many minutes, long after most of the other people who had gone forward had prayed and returned to their seat. And then, I saw a woman in a motorized wheelchair zoom up to the altar. The wheelchair slowed and stopped beside the kneeling woman. The lady in the wheelchair reached out and touched the kneeling woman's hand. The woman turned and clutched the hand of the disabled lady, both bowing their heads in prayer.
Inexplicably, I felt like crying. The scene touched me deeply, and I wasn't even sure why. All I could think was
God has a plan for each of us. Every one of us is created for a unique purpose that no one else can fulfill. Every one of us is deeply loved, and every life is sacred.
Please pray for me and our teams today as we head out to the sidewalks of the abortion centers, and pray for the women who don't know that the love of God can overcome all obstacles set before them.
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were
born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.”
“Whoever sheds the blood of man, by man shall his blood be shed, for God made man in his own image.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my
mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not
hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in
the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your
book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.
Behold, children are a heritage from the
Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works,
which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is
forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered.
Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Did not he who made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
And now the
Lord says, he who formed me
from the womb to be his servant, to bring Jacob back to him; and that
Israel might be gathered to him— for I am honored in the eyes of the
Lord, and my God has become my strength—
Tears, tears, tears...of sadness and joy...
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