It doesn’t matter if you’re Catholic or Baptist, conservative or liberal, rich or poor. We all have one thing in common: a voice. Not necessarily the ability to vocalize words, but the ability to take action, even when it’s not politically correct or socially accepted. We have a call to use that voice to speak up for those who can’t. I refuse to waste my voice.
It’s not about hatred. It’s not about prejudice. It’s not about rights. It’s not even about politics.
But it is election season. And because the race to November 6th is underway, the country is bombarded by propaganda. We are constantly hearing talk about opportunity. Everyone needs to help each other out so everyone can have the opportunity to live the American dream. Everyone deserves the opportunity to experience a prosperous life. Everyone deserves the opportunity for medical care, and everyone deserves the opportunity to live in freedom. Everyone except for 1.2 million.1
1.2 million. That’s an approximate number of how many won’t live the American dream this year, won’t experience a prosperous life, won’t receive medical care, and won’t live in freedom. Because they won’t live at all.
It is sickeningly ironic that opportunity is at the forefront of campaign promises, and yet over 1.2 million will literally have opportunity ripped from them. The only medical attention they will ever receive is swiftly and brutally accomplished by deft hands and a dirty scalpel. They won’t have a chance to experience opportunity, because they will be victims of brutal murder. And they won’t even have the opportunity to scream for help. They are victims of a silent Holocaust known as abortion.
The following blog post wasn’t typed like the others. I’m not in a coffee shop, watching people come and go as I sip a latte and try to detail the latest events in my life. Instead, I’m alone, behind closed doors. As I type the following words, my breath quickens, my heart leaps to my throat, and tears threaten to splash my keyboard.
I know this isn’t a pleasant topic, and I know I won’t win many popularity points for being so outspoken about such a controversial issue, but God has burdened my heart and I can’t be silent. Because since 1973, approximately 50 million1 unborn lives have legally been taken while so many Christians remain silent.
50 million lives. Among those could’ve been the next Billy Graham, Corrie ten Boom, Jim Elliot, or Martin Luther. One could have been the Jonathan Edwards of our generation or the C.S. Lewis of the next. One could’ve been the life that led the crusade to end modern day slavery or initiated the next Great Awakening. One could’ve been a nurse, faithfully saving lives every day. But we’ll never know, because they never had a chance.
You may tell me I’ve never been in this situation, desperate for a way out. You may be saying, “You don’t understand what it’s like to make such a mistake,” or “You don’t know what it’s like when you’re faced with this out of no fault of your own,” or even “You don’t know what it’s like to have your entire life’s plans destroyed in a single moment.” You could also say, “How would you tell your parents?” or “What about young kids who look up to you?” or “What about your reputation?” You could ask me all of those questions and tell me I have absolutely no idea what it’s like. And you’d be absolutely right.
But I’m not out to condemn anyone, or champion punishment, or anything of that nature. I’m here to champion life. To cheer for life that begins at the moment of conception and continues until the final beat of the heart. Because God is the Author of life, and life is never a mistake. Yes, actions can be wrong and circumstances (whether intentional or not) may lead to consequences and tough choices, but a baby is a life created by the Creator of all things good. It’s an innocent, untainted life created for a purpose: to bring glory to his or her perfect Heavenly Father.
“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.” –Psalm 139:13-16
Years and years ago, a perfect, blameless, pure life was brutally taken. He was ripped, torn, beaten, and killed in the most humiliating way. He was killed because He wasn’t what people were expecting. They hadn’t planned on Him coming into their lives when He did. They weren’t expecting Him to come like He did. They didn’t want to rearrange their plans because of Him. He was perfect, good, and without fault, and yet they killed Him anyway.
But He didn’t die in vain. He died so the very same people who were killing him wouldn’t have to die. He died so that future generations wouldn’t have to die. He suffered so we wouldn’t have to. He was God in the flesh, the Son of the Creator of all things. As an unblemished, holy Sacrifice, He took our sins upon Himself so we would never have to be silenced. He knew all about us: He knew one day the world would find killing the unborn socially acceptable and would skew the definition of love so much that all kinds of lusts were permitted. He knew. And yet He did it for us anyway.
Jesus Christ died so we wouldn’t have to. It doesn’t matter what we’ve done in the past or what we’re going to do, He died because He loves us. He will save us if we choose to place our lives into the security of His capable hands.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” –John 3:16
Not only does He love us, He forgives us. Without Christ, we all waste and abuse life. But,
“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.” –1 Peter 2:24
But then we have to ask the inevitable question: If God cares so much about every life, what is He doing to stop the killing of innocent children?
You know what He’s doing? He’s quickening breaths, placing hearts in throats, causing tears to drip onto keyboards. His Spirit is stirring within the souls of His children, saying: Take a stand. Do something. He’s wanting to work through us. Are we willing to move? Are we willing to speak up for those who can’t even scream? Are we willing to be uncomfortable and not care about what others think? 1.2 million lives are at stake, 50 million have already died.
How many babies have had their lives snuffed out in the time it’s taken you to read this post?
The National Sanctity of Human Life Day occurs in January each year, and it’s a time of raising awareness for the number of abortions that take place each year. It’s also a time to rally together and commit to changing such horrific statistics. But we can’t just do something one day each year. We can’t wait until January to decide to make a difference.
So what can we do? We can learn to live on our knees, pleading for hearts to soften and eyes to open. We can go to the polls in November. We can stand up while the rest of the world is sitting down. We can allow the love and compassion of Jesus Christ to shine through us, and refuse to be silent so future generations will have the opportunity to live a life that brings glory to God.
We can use our voices to speak out for those who can’t.
“Let this be written for a future generation,
that a people not yet created may praise the Lord.” – Psalm 102:18
1 “Facts on Induced Abortion in the United States.” Guttmacher Institute. Aug. 2011. Web. 8 Sept. 2012.