Last night I saw I video that shocked me, and left me speechless.
Not much does that...
I have drank and drugged with murderers and rapists. I had partied with people who beat their children. There are many things I never did, but there are a thousand things I knew about and didn't stop...
A ledger, filled with sins of omission and commission...
I'm not that guy, today.
I share that, not as a confession or testimony.
I was Graced and changed into something, someone, that is a completely different creature than I had been, long ago. Where I sank is a million miles away from where I stand today, so what possible reason would there be to bring this up ?
To say that I know sin...
To say that I know guilt and desperation...
To say that I know sinners.
I know their hearts and their minds and their processes of thought. I know that they love and that they hate and admittedly or not, live in a state of utter hopelessness and desperation...
Not the " Five "Hail Mary's" and ten " Our Fathers" kinds of people...
( Catholics will get that)....
Sin is sin, and separation from God, is separation from God...
But there are people who cannot understand, cannot fathom the mindset and seeming absence of soul, exhibited by some. They may love, serve and forgive these transgressors but never will they be able to fully relate to them.
But I get them...
I understand the women who get abortions and the men that sometimes push them into that. I understand a heart that sees birthing a child into the dangerous, deviant and hellish world that they intimately know, can make it seem like a greater damnation than not being born...
I don't share that viewpoint today. Quite the opposite perspective, actually...
My heart breaks and with every part of my soul, I know what they are doing is wrong and against God. I weep for both the sin and the child lost...
But I do understand it.
I have managed to leave it between them and God, and I find I can genuinely love them, with no anger in my heart...
Some say that makes me a bad Christian.
Not condoning, not condemning, not judging...
But this thing, I cannot get...
Creating a business model to profit from aborted parts.
Drinking wine and eating lunch,while glibly explaining how they reposition a viable fetus, to more easily harvest certain parts...
I can't fathom that...
That one, put me at a loss for words for a very long time...
Not an easy feat to accomplish...
I am against abortion. I hate that sin.
But I understand the sinner...
Recently though, a lot has been burdening my heart about this whole damn issue. I remember the people holding signs with pictures of aborted fetuses in front of Planned Parenthood, and hearing good Christians saying we don't want to be " that" kind of Christian...
Today, I'm not getting that sentiment, either...
If my one day- old, my one hour- old child was in an office having his brains scrambled without benefit of anesthesia and was being dissected, to have his organs sold to the highest bidder, you can bet your bumpkins I would not be typing a blog, now..
I might be pounding on bars of a jail cell or shot dead by the police, but there is no way possible that any other outcome would be happening...
And I know of no one on this earth who could blame me.
What a difference a few millimeters of skin can make.
This is exactly what these doctors are doing to our children, except they leave the babies head far enough inside the mother to claim that the baby isn't born, yet.
And yes, our children. We are answerable for them.
We really are....
If someone ran into a Church, any Church, on a Sunday morning, telling the congregation this exact procedure was happening to a one hour -old child, just down the street, I'm betting few of the men would remain seated and uninvolved. If we knew it was happening to one of our children, no one I know would step back and say it wasn't any of their business...
I guess we must be buying that " few flaps of the mothers skin" excuse also, because that IS exactly what is happening, just down the street, except the babies head is conveniently still covered... By his mothers skin.
And we're doing nothing... Don't want to be getting " extreme", here...
" How would that make Christians LOOK?!?
The point is, we KNOW this is happening...
Guess this is where the term "Courage of our convictions" comes into play.
But first, I think we have to have convictions.
If we do, God will supply the courage...
I am the first to say both my courage and convictions are lacking; are totally absent, really...
Ashamedly, I do not want to pay the price and accept the penalty and stigma of being " that kind of Christian".
Not that I think they are wrong, because I am certain that they are not...
Jesus and his Apostles endured beatings, persecutions and prisons to preach The Gospel.
I'm thinking they would not be sitting quietly in this situation, today.
I'm thinking that Jesus Himself, just might be saying that infants ARE Gods children and NOT Ceasears private organ shop. The One Who tipped over tables in the Temple does not seem like the type that would shout " Amen", when the Preacher spoke Verses against abortion, then leave that sentiment on the Churches chair, when He left...
Which Christian would HE be?
Passive? Afraid of the law?
Not wanting to be bothered and unwilling to make a personal sacrifice?
Nope.
But that's the kind of Christian I am...
Maybe the ones carrying the pictures and signs of graphic partial aborted fetuses do give the wrong impression of what a " Good" Christian should be...
I don't know..
But when that last day does come, and it will; and we ALL are standing at the foot of Jesus, answering for our actions, inactions; sins and sins of omission, I am thinking I would much rather be standing with them, than where I will be standing...
How will I look Him in the eye, knowing what I know, what we all know, is happening just down the street?
Do you think He will buy the excuse of a few inches of skin?
I'm thinking not...
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