When abortion became legal nationwide on January 22, 1973, I was oblivious to Roe v. Wade–being a naive 19 year-old, living in New Zealand and looking for God’s plan for my life.
Soon thereafter, I became educated and burdened. I began to pray against the abortion holocaust and participated in marches in Washington, D.C.–some with upwards of 100,000 in attendance.
Yet, abortion remained the law of the land for decades despite an estimated 60 million babies being slaughtered on the altars of the Sexual Revolution.
That may be about to change.
It’s what we’ve prayed for for 46 years.
A conservative speaker was recently refused access to speak on a major college campus in America. The reason given was that some students would feel “unsafe” if he was allowed to share.
There are many unsafe places in our world. Radical Muslim nations, drug cartel areas, Chinese and North Korean gulags, and some inner cities (Chicago?) come to mind.
But there’s one place on earth that’s FAR more unsafe than all of them combined.
A mother’s womb.
In the era of “Patty Murder.”
The apparent gassing of 45 innocent men, women and children recently in Syria stunned the world–again. Chemical agents remain a hideous way to die, and every word of disgust leveled at the Assad regime (and its proxies, Russia and Iran) for committing this barbaric crime are well deserved.
U.N. Ambassador Nicki Haley’s blistering words stand out as the most poignant and clear response on the subject.
All innocent deaths are tragic. But when they involve children or youth, something inside of us revolts at the insanity and injustice.
Yet, the truth about juvenile deaths is much bigger than Syrian chlorine attacks. The devil remains committed to taking out the youngest–on both ends of the spectrum.