“Every son that is born to the Hebrews you shall cast into the Nile, but you shall let every daughter live.”
The Pharaoh of Exodus 1
“The most merciful thing that the large family does to one of its infant members is to kill it.”
Margaret Sanger, (essentially) founder of Planned Parenthood
Take a quick trip with me.
Hot, arid, sand-laced Egypt. About 3,500 years ago. A tyrant grips this land, and like all tyrants he hates something God loves. In this case it’s human beings, and specifically the promise-people of God. He wants to oppress them. Every sinner wants to be a god, and this one, with a nation at his feet and a throne under him, thinks he can do it by killing God’s babies.
“When you serve as midwife to the Hebrew women and see them on the birthstool, if it is a son, you shall kill him, but if it is a daughter, she shall live.”
Stay with me here for just another second. Because this is where a little woman named Shiphrah and another named Puah fear the right King by ignoring a bad one. They make a choice together, because they fear God more than they fear this hardhearted wretch. And with their palms sweaty and their hearts strong they refuse to murder children. They give the little baby boys over to their mothers and fathers instead. And when they lie about it to Pharaoh, the belligerent fool with bloodlust and a scepter, something unexpected happens.
“So God dealt well with the midwives. And the people multiplied and grew very strong. And because the midwives feared God, he gave them families.”
God blesses them.
Oh, that we’d have their faith and courage.
I hope someday to hear Shiphrah’s and Puah’s story and the fullness of God’s glory in it, when I meet these women of faith in God’s Kingdom. I hope to learn and love their legacy. And I also hope at that point that Margaret Sanger’s is cast with the rest of death into the Lake of Fire, far from the Prince of Peace’s presence. Every murderer will either be forgiven or be punished. Every profiteer making cash off the blood of babies will either pay for that blood or be atoned for by Jesus’. And once He returns, the last abortion has already happened.
Pray with me, CrossBridge. Pray with me, Christians. I hope that God would open the eyes of the killers snuffing out God-authored life with forceps and needles before tossing the bodies into dumpsters. I ask that He would turn them from their sins, and bring them to the God-wrought forgiveness available at the Cross. I hope America sees what she has hidden from: the violent slaughter of babies who are then treated like profitable garbage. I hope that we would weep with those who would repent of this evil, mourn our own complacency and complicity, and then work like we have fire in our veins to ensure that the weak and the lowly are never so treated in our nation again.
Let us pray the best kind of prayers: The kind offered by a people who really believe their God hears them, and offered to a God who really does.
The kind lifted up by people who are willing to mortgage their own lives for the lives of the weak.
And with that I lift my glass to Shiphrah and Puah. Here’s to you, girls. May we live and die like you: Fearing the right King that we may be courageous against the wrong one.