Harriet Beecher Stowe ended slavery in America by writing Uncle Tom's Cabin which returned negroes to their rightful place as full persons bearing the image and likeness of God, fully equal to their white masters. It took a well-written novel to bring Americans to our senses, and in time our African brothers and sisters were restored to the equality our forefathers had robbed them of through corrupt laws and judges who feared man rather than God.
I'm not saying the work is done. To this day racism is alive and well and Ferguson has it on full display, although the moral is not at all what anyone is saying.
Today, though, our national life is corrupted by evils worse than slavery and racism, and chief among them is the slaughter of unborn children we call "abortion." Slavery killed its millions but abortion kills its billions. And hard as it was for men with dark skin and thick noses to be viewed as God's image-bearers by men with light skin and long noses, no one but no one today views unborn children as men made in the image and likeness of God. No one today agrees that unborn souls are equal to born souls...
Women grieve their miscarriages, but who grieves the little ones lying bloody and broken in the dumpsters behind that obscenity of a non-profit named Planned Parenthood downtown kitty-corner to Kroger on College Avenue?
Take the mayhem of all the wars in history, add the genocide carried out by utopian intellectuals called "Communists," and the death total doesn't come close to the number of little babies slaughtered in abortuaries around the world.
As I said, we're in the billions now, but no one is protesting this appalling bloodshed of little innocents, especially those of us called by God to preach. We have no heart of compassion for little ones unless they're our own. And even then, we have no compassion for our own unless we can kiss them and hold them and coo at them. If they're travelling down their mother's fallopian tubes looking for a safe resting place in her womb, we suffer no pangs of conscience as we kill them. Our wives not only practice the planned fruitlessness called "contraception," but we encourage them to use forms of contraception that are known abortifacients. Find me the pastor; find me the preacher; find me the Reformed Sunday school teacher who warns God's people that over-the-counter ECPs, the Pill, and other forms of contraception commonly used by the people of God are murder weapons, and that those who use them are violators of the Sixth Commandment. Can't find them? I thought not.
We face an enormous bloodbath carried out perpetually in our own neighborhoods and cities. Forty years after our wicked doctors, lawyers, and judges made that slaughter legal, the Christians of this land have done next to nothing to stop it. In fact, worse than that, we have joined the slaughter, although in a way that protects the pharisee's best friend which is plausible deniability. "No one's shown definitely how often the Pill works by sloughing the unborn child off the wall of his mother's uterus." "As a pharmacist, it's not my job to be a moral policeman. I have no qualms filling a prescription for Plan B; I'm not the one using it." "We've tried everything, but still no baby. So we're trying IVF next. Those nice people at the fertility clinic have assured us every baby we don't use will be kept in the freezer. They don't throw the babies away—every last one of them is kept safe, on ice."
Christian pharisees limit our murder to the first days and weeks of our baby's life. When it's necessary the murder be carried out after those first weeks, we do our best to avoid surgical abortions. Chemical abortions lend themselves so much better to those denying their own murderous desires and intents. But do it real early if you're going to avoid looking at the baby girl you just murdered.
One of more insidious aspects of this bloodbath is how pastors connive at it by preaching as if the murderers are outside the church. Our sanctuaries are filled with fathers and mothers who have murdered their covenant children. It's not out there, but in here. It's not them, but us. It's not you, but me—which is to say we pastors ourselves and our wives are murdering our own covenant children, and that's why we only preach against abortion once a year on Sanctity of Life Sunday, even then pointing our finger outside the walls of our sanctuary, outside the Household of Faith God calls "the pillar and foundation of truth" (1Timothy 3:15).
Abraham Lincoln prophesied concerning the bloodshed of abortion when, during the Civil War in his Second Inaugural Address, he said:
...if God wills (this war to) continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether."
Until every drop of blood drawn with the Pill and the abortionist's knife shall be paid by another drawn with the hand of God although where and when we do not yet know.
In the time remaining before God's judgment, those who still fear God should do our best to communicate the personhood of unborn babies in any and every way possible. Novels. Poetry. Sermons. Movies. You Tube videos. And of course, songs. As Luther said, "Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world." As I wrote this post, I was strengthened by Mendelssohn's Elijah.
Here's a brother doing his part to restore our compassion for the unborn. His name is Josh Malone and his campaign is called "The Snow Is Red." Give him a listen. His kickstarter campaign only has nineteen hours left.
First the arts, but also a museum. For years I've been saying that someone needs to fund and build a Holocaust Museum to the slaughter of the unborn. You should be able to walk through a tunnel of glass with hundreds of thousands of babies in solution filling the aquarium, all brightly lit and surrounding you. There should be rooms of toxic potions with documentation of the publicly traded corporations that invented and manufactured and sold them. Rooms with exhibits of the doctors who sterilized the handicapped in our own Southeast back fifty or so years ago. Other rooms exhibiting the use of amniocentesis and abortion to kill unborn little girls in the process of radically changing the sex ratio of India and China. Rooms and rooms of the vacuums and knives used to pull little babies' bodies apart, along with pictures of the factories it all was made, the people who worked on the assembly line, and the businesses and barber shops and churches across the street from those factories. Pictures of the abortuaries and the commercial real estate men who rented the building to Planned Parenthood. Pictures of the wicked doctors and nurses who take money to do the killing. Maybe with them standing with their wives and children in front of their houses, listing the names of their neighbors to each side and behind them. Think the Jewish Holocaust Industry and multiply it a thousand times and you get an idea what could be done.
Who fill fund it?
Someone do a kickstarter campaign.
Who will design it?
Ask Apple for a few suggestions of graphic designers who think differently.
Then go ahead and build it.
They will come. They will bring their little children with them and teach them of the horror of our bloodthirsty nation.
And for this work of grace and mercy—this Gospel work—God will bless you.
Then the LORD spoke to Moses, saying, “You shall also say to the sons of Israel: ‘Any man from the sons of Israel or from the aliens sojourning in Israel who gives any of his offspring to Molech, shall surely be put to death; the people of the land shall stone him with stones. I will also set My face against that man and will cut him off from among his people, because he has given some of his offspring to Molech, so as to defile My sanctuary and to profane My holy name. If the people of the land, however, should ever disregard that man when he gives any of his offspring to Molech, so as not to put him to death, then I Myself will set My face against that man and against his family, and I will cut off from among their people both him and all those who play the harlot after him, by playing the harlot after Molech.'" (Leviticus 20:1-5)
Tim serves Clearnote Church, Bloomington, Indiana. He and Mary Lee have five children and big lots of grandchildren.
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