Refuting all the “reasons” for getting an abortion

As we come to the anniversary of the infamous Roe v. Wade decision by the U.S. Supreme Court on January 22, 1973 it is hard to believe that in this nation alone we have killed 50,000,000 babies in the womb. Now that we have elected the most pro-abortion President in the history of the conflict for life, we must pray, and work to education our country to the sin and evil that is abortion on demand.

This is perhaps one of the most powerful ads I have ever seen. Only 41 seconds in length, but it touches on all the “reasons.”

Have you ever thought about how many 50 million might be? Well, it is roughly the equivalent of the population of the following states:

HT: Justin Taylor

The Call of an Aborted Child

Today is Sanctity of Human Life Sunday . . . I preached today on “Is Our Culture Committing Suicide?” I ended the sermon with a poem by one of our young people at Grace, Kayla Sweeney. Kayla is a high school sophomore and I believe touches the heart of the issue in this poem. I will write more tomorrow on the whole life issue and the coming inauguration of President Elect Barrak Obama. Until then hear carefully the words of this heart felt piece:

The Call of an Aborted Child…

by Kayla Sweeney

Can you hear my voice!?
In the wind a mere breath,
Not a name but a choice,
And I was chosen for death.
Growing and changing,
they said “its not yet alive,”
Forming light,
turned to night
In the womb I was inside.
No chance to see,
No chance to breathe,
No chance to take my heart and sing.
No chance to shout,
No chance to cry,
No chance to scream, to laugh, to sigh.
I merely had the chance to die,
not worth
the birth
or the life to buy.

Can you hear my voice?!
I’m Gods very own,
Before the coming of your choice,
I was still always known,
He knitted me,
and molded me,
and thought of me,
unfolded me, (Psalm 139)
knew in and out the whole of me,
Before the “accident” came to be.

Can you hear my voice?!
Who could I have been??
Without your choice,
If I had the chance to begin,
A Child,
A Student,
A sibling,
A Friend,
The messenger God chose to send,
More than just a breath in the wind.
A Teacher,
A preacher,
A soldier for Christ,
I guess we’ll never know…
You paid the price.

Can you hear my call!?!
I was life to be lived,
Instead killed, murdered, my future hid
I am life!
Do not remain blind,
From the beginning God kept me in his mind.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

I’m shouting,
But it all fades in the distance,
In your mind your still doubting,
my life or existence.

My scream can’t be heard,
I have no way to call,
My life has been blurred
from the start of it all…
I ask, can you hear me….
I guess you never will,
God brought life to me,
But you chose to kill.