One of the greatest gifts that God has given women is the ability to bear children. My wife just listened to the rapid little heartbeat of our fifth child (3 living, 1 in the womb, 1 we lost last December in the womb) using one of those home Doppler devices on our living room couch. And our oldest, our 5-year-old daughter, listened in awe. My wife smiled and took a picture of her. My daughter talked about the baby as she listened to the heartbeat whir on the monitor.
It was a lovely little image, that moment, of childbearing and mothering: 1 child listening to the heartbeat of another as the mother smiled, cherishing them both.
These are human beings made in the image of God that we see in ultrasounds and listen to with heartbeat devices. They are tiny people with all the worth and dignity that come from being stitched together as humans by the Creator.
And in our nation it is legal to murder them.
Please stay with me for just a minute.
God is wonderful. I mean He is just wonderful. Look at the beauty that He’s made. Despite all the deceit and greed and destruction we sinful people wreak on creation, still, look at sunsets, morning dew in the early summer, mists in the Appalachians, robins and monarch butterflies and humpback whales. Look at His might and His goodness written like a title page on all of His creation, not least of all on our own wearied hearts. This is a beautiful world that He has spoken into existence around us. And we deny little babies, helpless and small and silent children, the gift of entering this creation He made them to enter and to taste and to seek Him in. We kill them. We stop their hearts and their brains and their lungs and then find something to do with their tiny, lifeless bodies.
How many who might read this are pregnant and considering abortion? I don’t know; probably not many. But I wanted to write it anyway, because if I can persuade one, it was well worth my time.
I’m writing to you and you only, now, anonymous mother.
Yes, I said “mother,” because by God’s providence that’s what you are. No matter how it happened to be that this baby was conceived, the little person within you was knit together by Him. This baby’s small form was created, and is sustained, by the power and plan of God. Do you love him or her yet? You probably do, but even if you don’t, or if you perhaps don’t love like you thought you would, no matter. The baby is loved. By God.
The proof is that he or she is here.
I don’t know your situation. It could be that you are scared, it could be that you simply don’t want the baby to inconvenience your life. But, and I say this with Christian charity for your God-made soul, it doesn’t matter. If someone were prepared to murder you because it would somehow ease his life, I would say the exact same thing to him: “It doesn’t matter.” We do not get to end the life of another human simply because we want to or because we feel we need to.
It may look dark from where you are. I can empathize. If you’re worried about how to pay for the child’s needs or how you’ll live and work, I can empathize with that, too. But murder is not the way forward. Paying someone to kill this baby will not better your life, despite what some may tell you. There is a cost that comes with the killing of an innocent, and it is always greater than whatever the sin promises to give you in return.
Mother. It’s a beautiful word, isn’t it? It speaks so much. There’s a world of weight in that word. Mother. It’s His design that women should bear children, and, again, He is so wonderful.
The lie is that the world knows better. That murder won’t be murder, or that even if it is it’s somehow just necessary.
Don’t believe it.
That’s my plea to you, Mother. Don’t believe it. You have been given this marvelous little life. This small one is growing in your womb right now by His hand.
He has made you a mother. A mother.
And you always will be. No matter where they would put his or her little body after the abortion, no matter how far they might go to hide the little hands and feet and face, they can never clear away that word from your soul. And neither can you.
So please, don’t try.
You are a mother.
And so this day, like this plea, is for you.