I wish there were toys in here to play with…
I’ve got to stretch. There, that’s better. Sorry, Mom, I hope that didn’t hurt. I’m growing pretty quickly now. I think I’ll be able to suck my thumb any day.
I would introduce myself to you, but I don’t have a name yet. I haven’t been born. I’m still just a growing lump in my mom’s tummy. I’ve been growing inside her, and I can’t wait for my grand entrance.
I don’t know what the world holds for me. I’m looking forward to life, though. It’s going to be great. Mom will hold me close to her and sing lullabies to me. I can already recognize her voice and the sound of it soothes me. I’ve never seen her face, but it must be beautiful. I love her so much…
I can’t wait to be born. Maybe I’ll grow up and find the cure for AIDS, or maybe I’ll become president. Oh, well, whatever life has, I’m sure…OW! What was that? All of a sudden the walls kind of pushed on me.
Hey, that hurts! What’s going on? Is it time for me to be born yet? Something doesn’t feel right. I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to… OW!
The pain is getting pretty intense each time it gets tight in here. I feel the pushing, and I can hear my mom’s voice, but it doesn’t sound the same. No, something is definitely wrong here. I don’t know what it is, but…
I can hear my mom’s voice again. She’s not alone, I can hear other voices now.
“Doctor, the fetal tissue is ready,” a female voice says. She doesn’t sound like my mom, she is more businesslike and not at all soothing.
“Prepare for the procedure,” says a man. He sounds bored. What procedure is he talking about? Am I a procedure?
I can feel something cold and hard on the base of my neck. Ouch, that’s sharp. Hey, what are you doing? Get that thing away from me. It hurts, stop it, please!
My final thoughts before I leave this earth are of my mother. “Mom, why did you let them do this to me?” The world goes black, and I am gone from this world forever.
Friends, I know this may seem overly dramatic to many of you. I hope so. And you can say that I have taken liberties with a baby’s awareness. The one thing you can’t argue with is that every abortion kills a baby. Call it a fetus, a protein blob or whatever helps you sleep at night, but it’s a baby and you know it.
Somebody has to speak up for the unborn children of the world. The Guttmacher Institute (a pro-abortion organization) reports that 1 out of every 3 women in the United States will have an abortion before they are 45. 58% of women having abortions are in their 20’s. In 2008, 1.21 million children were aborted in the United States alone. If you total up the American dead from all the wars from the Revolutionary War through Desert Storm only 1.2 million have died.
There is a great cry over guns in America. Every year guns are used to kill 17,000 people. Another 32,000 commit suicide. AIDS claims 42,000, cancer 537,000, and heart disease 734,000.We are rightly concerned about these deaths. But each year abortion claims the lives of 1.2 million children. Most of these children are dying simply because they are not wanted.
So how do we combat this American tragedy? Do we protest, throw blood on women seeking abortions, blow up clinics, shoot the doctors? No, no, a thousand times no! We must reach out to these hurting and confused people with the love of Christ, and we must be willing to help, to put our money where our mouths are. And men need to be men. If you’re man enough to father a child, you should be man enough to raise a child. How many of these abortions could be stopped simply if men stood up and did what was right? I’m sick of kids raised without dads because the man who fathered them couldn’t be bothered. I know what I want to call these guys, but I don’t use that kind of language…
Let’s remember that life is the greatest gift of all.
Shedding a tear for the dead and saying a prayer for those who can be saved… Jerry