I’ve always been pro-life. When I was little my parents explained to me what it meant that a political candidate was pro-choice, and instructed me that as Christians we should be pro-life. So I rooted for the original George Bush, and when it came time for me to cast my vote, I voted for the current George Bush.
But having a baby has changed everything for me. Before Charis was born, I was pro-life in my head. Now I’m pro-life in my heart. It wasn’t until after Charis was born that I understood what abortion really meant.
I look at my baby girl and my heart is filled with incredible affection for her. It’s hard for me to believe that I could love a little person so much, especially one who poops and pukes like Charis, but I do. I love feeling her little hand grasp mine, and seeing her smile up at me from her crib. I love the “what-are-you-feeding-me?” look that comes across her face when Jen feeds her sweet potatoes. It makes me smile when I see her sucking on her feet like Popsicles. I deeply love Charis. She is precious.
The thought of Charis, or any other baby, being aborted grieves me. I need to be clear. I don’t hate abortionists or people that have abortions. In the glorious gospel there is power to forgive every sin, including abortion. And my heart is just as wicked as the heart of any person that has performed or had an abortion. If you’re reading this and you’ve had an abortion, God can (and wants to) completely forgive you, because he killed his son.
But the thought of millions of babies dying every year deeply saddens my heart. When I hold Charis, and kiss her velvety head, and then think about abortion, my heart sinks. I feel that I should do something, must do something. I can’t sit idly by while so many babies die.
So what should I do? What should we do as Christians? Above all else, we should pray. Let’s pray to our sovereign, almighty, compassionate God, and ask him to bring the practice of abortion to a decisive end. Let’s pray that whoever is elected as president this year would work to bring abortion to an end. Let’s pray that God would raise up men and women like William Wilberforce to labor tirelessly on behalf of the unborn. And let’s pray for those who perform abortions and have abortions. Let’s pray that they would come to know the wonderful, cleansing, saving grace of God.
Today, pray that God would bring abortion to an end. When you think of your kids, or grandkids, or nieces, or nephews, let that remind you to pray. Let’s ask God to do mighty things!