The Angels Grieve
I was so excited by my average ten minute miles on my last 5 mile run, that I thought maybe I will enter a 10K race. Since I am almost 60, I would have a chance of placing in my age category I bet. There just aren't that many people that want to run at my age...
So I found a race in June in Charlotte. $50 to enter!!! Now the last race I entered was forty years ago, but still. I think it was $5 entry fee. Why would anyone pay $50 for the privilege to run in a crowd on public streets?
I prefer walking to running, but nothing gets blood oxygenated like a fast run. Walking takes a long time to get the same benefit, and some days, I just can't walk for two hours, much as I love to. Like today. I will eat breakfast, go on a quick run, and then head off to the sidewalks of the abortion mill to speak to the mamas and urge them to reconsider. Lately, the security people have been littering the sidewalk with goose food so that the geese from the nearby lake poop on our sidewalk and we step in it. Such lovely, tolerant, good-hearted people!
A couple of nights ago, I had a disturbing dream. I still don't quite understand the message. I was walking home at night, when helicopters appeared overhead. Men in military suits parachuted all around me and the other people on the street. They began taking people, and telling them they must come to a place from which it was clear they would not return. Somehow, I knew the place was in outerspace, and these were aliens.
One of them grabbed a man behind me who was carrying a baby.
"Please," the man said, "Let me give her my baby. Leave the baby alone."
He handed me the baby quickly.
"Give me your name, and your number," I whispered, "So I can find you."
He did so, but his face was etched in despair. There was no certainty he was going to be found. We both knew it. The military men took him away, up in the air. I was left alone, holding the baby, who I knew was now my responsibility.
I am not sure what the dream means, but I do know I feel a great responsibility to speak for the babies who are about to be aborted. They can't speak for themselves. Many of the women who choose life ask us later, "Why do you do this?"
The Bible says we are our brother's keeper. We are called to warn others who are on a path of destruction. It is not loving to see someone rushing over a spiritual cliff, knowing they will be pulverized in the fall. If we can, we must stop them. When someone is in despair, we are to help them. The Good Samaritan was eternally lauded for helping the man beaten and left for dead on the roadside.
It is wrong to walk by as though millions of tiny humans were not being ripped apart limb by limb every day in abortion centers. When we know what is happening, to do nothing is an act of acquiescence.
Why do we do this? I can only speak for myself. I am like the woman in my dream, knowing that baby is my responsibility. The Bible says: From his fellow man I will require a reckoning for the life of man. (Gen.9:6). We are to take a stand against evil: Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. (Ephesians 6:10.) We cannot pretend evil is good, and turn a blind eye to God's clear commands regarding murder of innocent humans, made in His image: Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness. (Isaiah 5:20)
The man in my dream entrusted me with his baby. I want to return the child safely to Him when he returns.
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