Ragnar, my beloved grand dog, is spending a couple of days with us. I took him on a long walk yesterday morning then left for four hours on the sidewalk of the abortion center, joining my Cities4Life team to encourage women to choose life over abortion. Following my time on the sidewalk, I took him on another long walk to the pet store. The employees caught sight of him and swarmed around him. The groomers came to pet him as well, and his thick, continually shedding undercoat swirled off of him in clumps. They offered a free grooming session. Of course I agreed. They seemed to indicate they had never seen so much hair shed from one dog.
Anyway, i wouldn’t have minded all of Ragnar’s thick fur as I stood on the sidewalk of the abortion center that morning. It was so cold! It is always colder there in the winter than any place else in Charlotte, as though the frozen hearts toward the innocent unborn contribute to the chill in the air.
I had seen a wonderful pair of quotes by Martin Luther King Jr.’s neice, Alveda, in response to her uncle’s statements about the need to protect babies in the womb from mothers killing them for ease and convenience. I copied it and then read it over the microphone at the abortion center. I hope this message was received and more than the one mom who chose life was impacted by the truth of these words.
“How can the dream survive if we kill the children?”
GREAT truth. No dream that is predicated on the belief that all humanity is equal and sacred will survive if we decide one portion of humanity, the unborn, is expendable. World wide, a full quarter of all pregnancies end in abortion.
“How can the dream survive if we kill the children?”
Then she also said, “Every aborted baby in the womb is a slave to his or her mother. The mother decides his or her fate.”
When I read this over the microphone, I pointed out that before the legalization of abortion, no one thought of the baby in terms of a slave or a victim. She was a cherished child, loved, nurtured, protected. How had we become a nation killing a million unborn babies a year? Words poured out of me as they often do when I am on the microphone pleading for babies’ lives. I cannot hold them back. The awful impact of abortion on our culture overwhelms my spirit.
Words and grief over what we are doing to our babies flow out of me like Ragnar’s hair collecting in piles on the groomer’s floor.
Praise God that one woman we know of chose life, but so many other babies died. ..
...on the day we memorialized the man who said his dream for our nation could not survive if we kill the children.
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“Their bows will strike down the young men; they will have no mercy on infants, nor will they look with compassion on children. Babylon, the jewel of kingdoms, the pride and glory of the Babylonians, will be overthrown by God like Sodom and Gomorrah.”
Isaiah 13:18-19 NIV
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