For a variety of reasons, even though little children fill me with a great deal of anxiety, I have an intense interest in understanding them, as well as great enjoyment in watching their ways. Given that we live in a world where innocence is stolen in horrible ways, I tend to be fiercely protective of the well-being of little ones, even if I am rather awkward in my own dealings. I have seen with my own eyes the loving concern that parents of unborn children have for the little ones in the womb, witnessed the grief of a parent whose child has miscarried, and seen the lingering scars that are faced by those who have faced the death of unborn children, pondering the absence of a being with bright eyes and a loving smile who for reasons not explained were not able to draw breath and grow up like the rest of us.
According to the Abortion Clock, one of the saddest webpages of human waste and futility that can be imagined with nothing more than text and numbers , almost 56,000,000 abortions have taken place since January 22, 1973, when the Supreme Court made abortion legal throughout the United States, to our lasting shame. These missing children alone would have made up about a sixth of our population, and many of them would have been old enough to have their own adult children by this time. And yet they were snuffed out before they even had the chance to draw breath because their parents, especially their mothers, did not think it was worthwhile or convenient to bring a child into this earth in the way and situation that they were presented with. These little ones snuffed out in the womb did not get to brighten the day of friends and family with their smile, or learn and grow like the rest of us have gotten here. They do not even have a gravestone to mark their brief presence on this earth where the womb that should have nourished them and prepared them for a life on earth instead became their tomb.
It is one of the most tragic ironies of life in a deeply ironic planet that there are so many women who would do anything to have a child but cannot because their wombs have been closed and so many mothers whose despair and fear over bringing a child into the world as they know it leads them to kill their own flesh and flood. It is impossible for me to understand, even coming from my own family background, that the birth and early life of a little one should be the occasion for anything other than joy, gratitude, and an honest effort at doing the hard work that it takes to raise a child in the right way, to seek to protect them from harm, and to appreciate when they grow up to be godly and honorable adults. Whatever sins have been committed by the fathers and mothers, the little ones bear no responsibility and blame whatsoever for their situation, but are simply the innocent victims of the violence of others with no ability to defend themselves from the abuses that they face.
There are horrid videos that can be found that show the silent screams of unborn children seeking to escape their murder in the womb, too painful to watch and reflect on, and to make things worse, there are those who argue that a consistent application of “pro-choice” philosophy opens the room for morally justifiable infanticide of unwanted children even after they have drawn breath for up to several years . Such evil is unfathomable to me, and yet it is openly and freely spoken of as if life was nothing more than a few cells that could be snuffed out without consequence or without being worth even a troubled conscience. This is the same sort of thinking that led the ancient Israelites and their neighbors (most notably the Phoenecians) to snuff out the lives of their own children in gruesome sacrifices to their bloody false gods. Our wicked civilization does so because of our own lack of appreciation for the gift of life and for our own convenience, because we are no longer horrified by the thought that we are just as barbaric in our own way as the societies which practiced human sacrifice in times past that we look down on as uncivilized savages.
It is not my belief that changing the law will induce a change in the hearts and minds of people. The mere possession of good laws is not beneficial unless we have internalized those principles and laws in our hearts and minds. How can a society regain a sense of love and concern for the little ones and an appreciation of our duty to provide for the protection and well-being of those delightful children, so that as best as we are able we can encourage their growth and development free of crippling mental and emotional and spiritual burdens because of our abuse and hardness of heart towards defenseless beings of our own image and likeness, who look like us and have our quirks of personality and who have done nothing evil to deserve such savage mistreatment. There is too little love and concern in this world, and parents have a serious obligation, one they should be happy to fulfill, to model and teach love and concern and tenderness and gentle affection to the little ones that God has graciously given them. For all too quickly these little ones will be put in the place to give love and care to others in their turn. Therefore, let us mourn this anniversary of a great evil, in the knowledge that God will hold us accountable for the wicked way in which we as a society have treated the innocent and vulnerable, even those inside of our own wombs. May this great evil be ended as soon as possible so that infanticide need never tempt anyone as a possible choice of conduct.