Babies aborted, who would have gone through childhood, tumultuous high school and college years and for most, married life, are now merely a statistic. But today, we recognize their creation. We stop and take note of their place in history.
In 1992, I went to Washington, D.C. to participate in the March for Life, an annual event held on January 22nd, the day Roe vs Wade, in 1973, changed the face of our nation.
|Cindy and Debra, 1992|
We marched in frigid temperatures with hundreds of thousands of people of every color, religion, size, shape, and age. We had a common goal...to finally see Roe vs. Wade overturned.
George H.W. Bush was President of the United States at the time. He addressed the massive gathering from the Oval Office, via a speaker system to the Mall area. What a thrill to hear a pro-life message from a sitting President. He was passionate about the rights of unborn babies.
There was no address to the attendees at the March for Life. In fact, the press lied about the numbers gathered on the Mall. They downplayed the outpouring of support for the pro-life stance. And with the stroke of his pen, as we gathered to lift the banner in support of life, President Clinton rescinded all of President Bush's executive orders on behalf of the pro-life movement. I knew the next few years would be difficult with that kind of malice in the White House.
Through the years, this issue has divided the two major parties. But, little by little, it has been pushed further back on the agenda until it hardly registers with either party. It's not the litmus test for conservatism anymore.
But think about it, if I don't value life, what good am I? If those who pass our laws don't value life, what good are they? They are assigning themselves the right to decide the choice for millions who have no voice. Where there is a law with loopholes, it will be abused.
This past Sunday was Sanctity of Human Life Sunday in Southern Baptist life. My denomination has continued to carry the banner for babies murdered in the womb.
We watched a video (hidden, of course) of a late term abortion clinic in our small group. It was appalling to hear nurses, doctors, and pregnant mothers discussing the outcome of murder. The echo of their laughter still rings in my ears. This is human life people, and for a woman to ask, "Is it a baby at 27 weeks?" is unconscienable. Listening to her other questions told me she was not an unintelligent woman.
We, in this country, and around the world, will get upset over twelve people gunned down in France, but yet 60,000,000 babies have been murdered on American soil, in American hospitals and clinics, and we hardly blink. A woman has the right to choose to destroy her baby inside her body, except she can't do it alone. She has to have the assistance of medical personnel in most cases, and that, my friends is murder. If left alone, it's in the hands of Almighty God to decide life or death.
If you've read my blog for any length of time, you know I could not have children the natural way. I'm passionate about this issue. Every baby deserves a chance to draw its first breath. It deserves a chance to toddle in someone's backyard, to march in a band, to play on a soccer field, to find the love of their life, to pay taxes, to have a voice.
We must speak for ones who have no voice, whether they be the unborn, the orphan, the widow, or the lonely.
I have a voice, and today, I use it to share my heart. You may not agree and I respect that.
Your mother gave you life. Thank her.
60,000,000 babies didn't get that same right.
Today, we remember you, and your voices will be heard.
If you want to get involved and be part of change, contact your local Crisis Pregnancy Center. There is one in every area. They welcome volunteers, donations, and most of all, prayer. They not only help save babies, they take care of families.