Little Emmy at 26-weeks in the womb

The monstrous evil of abortion in our nation has taken the lives of nearly 53 million human beings. We want to ignore it, kick it out of the way. The murders happen in clinics, not on altars like in the old days of pagan religion. But it really is neo-paganism, this ancient child-killing cult that is alive and well. In this case, the children are slaughtered to the great god of America, convenience.

Mothers who could give their children life and allow another family to raise him or her instead choose the easiest route, death.

The news last week of the arrest and charging of abortionist Kermit Gosnell was a fitting prelude to the 38th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. What is ironic about it is that he is charged with murdering “seven” babies after they were born alive. He reportedly played with the squirming babies before slitting their throats. If the goal in the end was a dead baby, why was he arrested? He achieved his goal. The mothers achieved their goal. The question of the hour is why is America tolerating this Hitlerian evil? In fact, we have outdone Hitler himself. Do the math.

I will never forget the cold face of the “specialist” in high risk pregnancies when she tapped her pen through my medical chart. “Are you committed to this pregnancy?” she asked. In her mind, I was risking everything for a baby. She didn’t approve, it was apparent.

Yes, I was committed to Emily Frances. I am committed to Emily Frances. I will always be committed to my children, precious souls, gifts from God every one.

Tom and I first saw our baby when I was five-weeks pregnant at our first scan. The doctor had me get an immediate ultrasound that first visit. Emily was so tiny that she herself could not be picked up on the screen. But something did get picked up by the scanner. A tiny little flashing light appeared on the screen, a light flickering too fast to count with our eyes. It was her little heart beating 150 beats per minute.

I felt the tears come down my face. Here was a life, a human soul, created by God. Her future was in His hands, not mine. My life was there for her, as far as God would allow it to go. Praise His name, He brought us both through.

Remember the victims and weep today for these murdered orphans. Remember their little lives and as the millions of Americans surround their big screen TV’s to worship at the altar of the NFL this Sunday, think about our priorities here in this collapsing nation. Those babies were named from eternity. God named them. He sees their broken bodies, and he sees the blood that has soaked this nation’s soil.

Pray and do all you can to speak for the voiceless on this 38th Anniversary of legal child-killing.