Disclaimer: The anger in this article is directed at the abortion industry and the legislators who refuse to shut it down. The anger is not for the women who have been victims of this industry. If you have had an abortion, there is forgiveness and healing in Jesus Christ, and there is support in your local church.
I want to tell you a horror story. Many, many lifetimes ago, a people lived on this earth called the Amorites. They were a dark and sick people. Imagine with me that this morning dawned bright and cool in an Amorite city just as a beautiful, dark-haired angel of a baby boy entered the world. He cried as babies do when they leave the warm embrace of their mother’s womb. But, instead of being quickly wrapped in a warm blanket and placed in his mother’s eager arms, someone lifted him by one ankle and carried him, startled baby boy, cold and disoriented and hurting, outside, into the bright sunlight, into the cold morning air. He hung there, naked and crying and being shaken violently by the person who carried him so carelessly, so meanly. Soon they approached a large roaring fire, prepared and waiting. And, with little ceremony, the baby boy was thrown into the fire. People watched as he squirmed and squealed and made noises that didn’t even seem possible, trying in his instinctual way to escape the agony of his burning flesh. And, no one cried. And, no one felt much of anything. It was simply something that had to be done.
After a few moments, the baby stopped squirming. He stopped making the terrifying noises. He lay still and melted away on a pile of rotted wood and ash. And later someone gathered up whatever wasn’t burned away and threw it outside of the city, where they forgot about it.
It is believed that scenes like this one happened repeatedly during the history of this evil people, the Amorites, and we are disgusted when we read about it. Every part of the humanity inside of us cries out in protest as we think of this precious one, and others like him, being burned alive and left for dead by the very adults who should be protecting him. Whatever the reason behind this practice, we would never be able to say, Well, in that case, it’s okay. Burning babies alive is necessary in some instances. No, we would never, could never, ever say that. Because we know, no matter when or how or where or why, burning people, especially babies, until they are dead is inherently wrong and evil and unforgiveable.
Fast forward many, many years. In the past twelve months, over 800,000 babies have been sacrificed in similar ways, many burned alive by a harmless sounding solution called saline. Somehow it seems so much easier to condemn the Amorites for their evil practices than to condemn us for ours. Yet, here we are, the by-standers. The people who go about our daily routines, knowing that helpless human babies are being carelessly yanked from their mothers’ wombs and thrown into the fire, where they melt into mere waste and are thrown out with the garbage.
The reasons, they seem important. They almost seem legitimate until we remember, precious baby, round and healthy, the pulling, the shaking, the squirming, the agony. The melting away of a human soul into a pile of trash, nothing more, and everyone goes home and has dinner and watches TV.
And in this we condemn ourselves. Turns out we are no better than the wicked and evil and brutal Amorites. We are committing sins that will call for such a reckoning. I’m not sure if we can withstand the judgment. And millions and millions of children, who would’ve been adults, who would’ve been who knows what, who would’ve mattered to the world, are crying out from their dumpster graves for justice.
But, we just can’t seem to stay focused. Not when it’s so difficult to think about. Not when it seems far removed from our church pews.
Not when people deserve choices.
I wonder if that little Amorite baby would choose the warmth of his mother’s arms over excruciating death by fire? I wonder.
Murder is easy. We look at it, and we say what a shame and we tsk, tsk and justify and justify and justify. And, somehow we think ourselves better than the ignorant ancients who threw their babies on the fire to appease some non-existent god.
But, we’re not. Not at all, actually.
At least the Amorites were trying to please a make-believe God. We are only trying to please ourselves.
And we keep kindling the fire.