If you have read my blog before, this is not my usual everyday rant on a lighter vein. Today I am going to blog about something I feel very deeply about. I try to stay away from hot button topics in my blog, but something I heard today morning compel me to write about it.
I have heard somewhere that the measure of a society is judged by how it treats its weakest and most vulnerable members. My husband told me today morning that the girlfriend of an acquaintance of his was getting an abortion. Now this topic has been debated among pro-life and and not so pro-life people that there really is not much for me to say that has not been said already. This is more of a catharsis for me than anything else. This 27 year old lady doctor was getting a "surgery" done to get rid of a life so that she could "get on" with hers just as we were speaking. I was midway eating something and it stuck in my throat. I do not even know this lady, and I cried for the precious life she chose to end.
The whole day I was thinking about the issue and I remembered a movie I had watched a couple of months ago called March of the Penguins. If you have not watched it, it's worth watching. It shows the hardships the parent penguins endure to bring a baby into the world and how they take care of it when it is at it's weakest. It was a very moving documentary. We superior and intelligent humans have something to learn from these dumb creatures.
In this day and age of instant gratification, (Right Here Right Now, Just do it) we talk about precautions and birth control and all those wonderful measures to do what we want to do. We fail to see that the issue here is not the lack of birth control, but SELF control. These measures and controls do not always work as is evident from the above case. Will you get in the car with me if I tell you that there is only 80% chance that we will make it to our destination alive? There is no clouding the matter there.
Researching, I found that 48.6 million babies have been aborted just in America since 1973. By the time I finish writing and posting this entry (say half an hour) , 81 babies would have died. That is one scary statistic.
I have heard somewhere that the measure of a society is judged by how it treats its weakest and most vulnerable members. My husband told me today morning that the girlfriend of an acquaintance of his was getting an abortion. Now this topic has been debated among pro-life and and not so pro-life people that there really is not much for me to say that has not been said already. This is more of a catharsis for me than anything else. This 27 year old lady doctor was getting a "surgery" done to get rid of a life so that she could "get on" with hers just as we were speaking. I was midway eating something and it stuck in my throat. I do not even know this lady, and I cried for the precious life she chose to end.
The whole day I was thinking about the issue and I remembered a movie I had watched a couple of months ago called March of the Penguins. If you have not watched it, it's worth watching. It shows the hardships the parent penguins endure to bring a baby into the world and how they take care of it when it is at it's weakest. It was a very moving documentary. We superior and intelligent humans have something to learn from these dumb creatures.
In this day and age of instant gratification, (Right Here Right Now, Just do it) we talk about precautions and birth control and all those wonderful measures to do what we want to do. We fail to see that the issue here is not the lack of birth control, but SELF control. These measures and controls do not always work as is evident from the above case. Will you get in the car with me if I tell you that there is only 80% chance that we will make it to our destination alive? There is no clouding the matter there.
Researching, I found that 48.6 million babies have been aborted just in America since 1973. By the time I finish writing and posting this entry (say half an hour) , 81 babies would have died. That is one scary statistic.
The Bible says it so wonderfully.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
I thank you Lord, I am so fearfully and wonderfully made...
4 comments:
As I sit here nursing our little Ethan and type with one hand, I can't help but feel sick and sad and tired. How infinitely more sorrow must God feel over the deaths of these tiny precious lives. He will one day unleash His judgement on this wicked world, and great will be His judgment. How merciful He is to let the world go on turning as long as He has!
Hi Annie,
Thank you for your encouraging comments on my blog. What you wrote here really touched my heart. This issue is close to me, both in my convictions and on a deep personal level. In fact I have something written about this, just not sure about sharing on my blog just yet...
And the statistics you brought are truly horrifying.
Hopiq,
Yes, God is indeed merciful to have let us be so far. Thank you for your comment.
Anna,
Thanks for writing. It is especially close to my heart too. This couple that I mentioned in the post are living together and the guy apparently wanted to keep the child, but she said she is not sure about their relationship. When I heard that I was like "Hello... you are sure enough to sleep with him on a daily basis" (excuse the language.) That's the biggest baloney I have heard.
well said
continue to talk boldly!
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