Stop. Hold on a minute.
Put down your torches and pitchforks. Call an end to the lynch mob looking to string me up in the public square.
I’m on your side. I detest abortion.
I believe, without any doubts or hesitation, that it’s murder. Life begins at conception.
Actually, if we want to get extremely technical, I’ll go so far as to say life begins long before conception. God already hand-picked every person before the foundations of the earth were formed.
So yeah, no matter how you slice it, abortion is not cool.
I do have to tell you this, though. And here is where you might decide to re-light those torches.
You won’t find me outside of an abortion clinic participating in a protest.
It utterly breaks my heart to see you standing there with sings that read “Mommy, why do you want to kill me?” or “Babies are murdered here.” There are young, broken, terrified, and unsure teenagers walking past those accusations.
It reminds me of another story that talks about a mob dragging a broken woman before Jesus to be stoned. But, let’s not get into that right now.
I guarantee you each and every young girl heading into that building is struggling with shame, guilt, and condemnation. Whether they even realize it or not, something deep inside their being is crying out for hope.
Their shattered hearts are aching for love. To be accepted no matter what mistakes they make in life. Their souls are grieving.
And we have the answer.
We possess the hope they seek.
Unfortunately, they won’t notice it hidden behind the huge signs of judgement and hate. They won’t see Christ in you, the hope of glory. They will only remember the pointing fingers, shaking heads, and disdainful glances.
Through their tears, they will only see a group of people who despise their very existence. They will only see a bunch of white-bearded, robe-covered old men with huge rocks in their hands.
But, here’s the thing. Here is the good side of abortion that I wanted to delve into. Actually, there are a couple of things that can work for good.
First, you have the amazing opportunity to transform someone’s life. And it only takes one little element to begin the process. Love.
That’s right, put down the signs and approach another human being in need of help. Better yet, burn your signs and stop carrying them around altogether. Stop pointing fingers and start pointing them to the One who can heal all pain.
It’s impossible for someone to walk away from an encounter with unconditional love unchanged in some way. I believe with all my heart we will see Malchus in Heaven.
The very man he went to arrest in the Garden healed his ear, no questions asked. No stones thrown. No conditions. Malchus must have had blood all over him. When people asked what happened, he would think back to that moment.
A life-changing moment.
So, if you go to an abortion clinic, go with an entirely different motive and attitude. Give them a hug. Weep with them. Comfort them. Show them the Jesus we talk about but rarely demonstrate.
Secondly, think about this with me for a moment. All good things work together for good. Not just some things. ALL. It’s in the Bible. Go find it.
The enemy would like nothing more than to kill babies before they are ever birthed into this world. Sometimes, he succeeds. Sometimes, he doesn’t.
When he does, they unborn child is immediately rushed straight to the feet of Jesus. And He is there waiting with open arms. So, even in death, they find life.
Come on, that’s awesome.
I understand how hard it is to see someone carry through with the decision to abort, but there is always a hope we can cling too in every situation.
It takes faith. The good in every situation isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it’s masked by human pain and emotions. But, it’s there. I promise you.
So, don’t hate me. Don’t label me insensitive to the reality of abortion and the long-term effects it creates for everyone involved.
I”m on your side. Let’s walk like Jesus together.