My life is lived in a bubble of God-focused principles, with reading and teaching Scripture a daily activity. I delight in helping those who have encountered evil in their past and now want freedom from their defilement. My friends also are people who love God and righteous living. Even though neither they nor I are perfect we are aware when we stumble; turning to God in confession, forgiveness and cleansing, we receive a fresh start.
The bubble is not opaque. I see the tragedies of life splashed across the news; I read the in-depth articles of conniving, corruption, cruelty, crassness. I have experienced harm from the disturbance of mental illness, seen far too many pictures of mass murders, genocide, slaughter of the innocents. I notice the almost weekly obits of the twenty-somethings whose lives were destroyed by drugs. And I weep. I see pictures of children abused to the point of death by those who bore them, and I weep some more.
Before my life became God-focused, I was of two minds about abortion: I wasn’t too sure I could do it, but it was fine for you. With my life orientation change, this thinking changed, too. Life became a valuable entity, not to be trifled with, and certainly not murdered. Yet, I knew there are some cases or situations that fall outside of the norm, where an abortion is the lesser of two evils. You might say I was a pro-lifer 99% of the time.
It seemed to me that abortion was, for the most art, a selfish act by those who wanted to play without paying the piper. Having tossed God out of their lives, there were no restrictions now on sexual behavior, and oops, well let’s just dispose of this inconvenience. So the abortion industry arose to meet the need. Laws were adjusted to conform to the new morality. Inside my bubble I saw it all as a sign of our growing separation from God’s standards. It was an evil bigger than any of my preaching or disapproval could change.
But recent revelations of behind the scenes at Planned Parenthood have revealed an evil that is even deeper and darker than any I could have imagined. Yes, taking innocent lives is evil. Late term abortions more evil. Deliberate killing of the newly born, also known as infanticide, more evil still. Those evils I knew of. The utter bottom of the pit, however, had not penetrated my thinking until now. Destroying life to harvest body parts? Merchandising organs, glands and tissues?
Wherever a business arises, it is to meet a demand. What and who are the powers that utilize these sacrificed children to their betterment? Is a mad pursuit of longevity, pushing back the inevitability of physical death, driving this demand? Is a fear of entering eternity pushing the “need” for tissues grown in vivo, as it were? Is it a sense of complete disdain for any life but one’s own? How is this different from cannibalism which feeds on human flesh for survival?
Trafficking in baby body parts can have only one result: turning human hearts to hearts of stone. Driven by greed, wanting to live forever, the people behind this horror have reached a depth beyond knowing. And I weep.