Most times I am outraged, really incensed, at the evil that is abortion. I get angry at the debasement of the very image of God. The way outside forces prey on vulnerable women for their personal and corporate profit.
Sometimes a sense of the reality of the sin we are committing as a nation weighs in on me.
But not today. Today, I fight to hold back tears (as I write in a public place). Today, after watching the latest Center for Medical Progress video, I feel such pain for the people (educated professionals) that are part of this dark industry. [the original Youtube video was taken down by Youtube, watch via the tweet below]
I want to be furious. I want to be enraged. It would be an appropriate response to such callousness—such cold, raw disregard for life, fragility and love. These poor babies are thought about as “pointy skulls.”
I want to cry out to God, as the psalmist did, “How long, o Lord?” I feel this irrational desire to pray as Jesus did on the cross, “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do.” But my heart sinks deeper still as I ponder that they do. They do know exactly what they do.
And they do it anyway.
They do it with glee. They discuss it between wine and giggles. They make a living from it.
How long, o Lord?
How long will you and I, friend, turn a blind eye to this evil? How long will you and I dismiss it as someone else’s problem? How long will we pretend to fight injustice somewhere else, while we perpetrate an injustice of the harshest kind on our most vulnerable?
How long will we compartmentalize and rationalize what is plain for all of us to see? A vulnerable baby, sacrificed at the altar of self? How long will we allow our court to push this evil on us? How long will we allow laws making it possible to stand?
How long will we continue to support and promote the evil of abortion with our own money?
Oh yes, we can try to con ourselves into thinking we have no part in it, but the heart-cutting truth is that we all support this with our own money. My money, your money makes conferences like the one we just saw in this video possible. (YouTube pulled video)
Our money pays for them to get together to discuss the harvesting and selling of baby body parts.
Let that sink in. We are not guiltless (ok, forget about holding back the tears now).
We are not innocent. We live our lives, every day under this horrid cloud. We wake up, eat, drink, work, have time with family, even worship in our churches under this national cloud.
O Lord, how long?
Still, we do not despair. That would be too easy. No, we must renew our strength and set upon the hard, tedious, inconvenient task of exposing this infringement on our most basic right. We must expose the painful, virulent nature of abortion. We must repent.