I stood outside an abortion clinic last Thursday and cried as couples went in and payed someone to kill their babies. A small group of us were there to pray and offer resources for crisis pregnancies, but no one changed their mind. My spirit was so heavy the rest of the day. My heart hurt for the children that would never be snuggled in their mama’s arms. I wept for the women who didn’t have support or hope for a future with their babies. It’s a sad place.

I wondered why the church doesn’t step up more to stand in the gap for the generations of boys and girls being thrown away in medical waste containers, but I have gotten a mixed reaction from Christians I’ve talked to about wanting to do something about it, ranging from “get it girl” to polite indifference to “I don’t agree with doing that”. We don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by saying it’s wrong, but people are dying and because they’re not considered “full people” it’s not that big of a deal. Except that’s what they said about black people and Jews when they wanted to justify murdering them, too.

God loves these unborn babies! They are not clumps of cells..they are the beginning stirrings of a miracle..a brand new person, unlike anyone else who has ever existed before! A child made in God’s own image, fully known and loved by Him:

“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
¹⁵ 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.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.” ~Jeremiah 139:13-16

He loves the parents of these babies, too. They need the hope of Jesus and to know they are not alone in these hard places.

Where are you, church? We are closing our eyes to children being murdered because it’s “none of our business”. I am just one person, and I hate confrontation, and I care what people think of me. But I’m making it my business. In love, I will stand up and show up. I’m praying others will, too.

Angela

P.S. I wasn’t going to write about this but out it came. Hence the name.