Sweet Innocence

I just spent the past week with my little adopted great-nephew.  This little boy has come to us like a brilliant  rainbow after the storm–lighting up  his parents’ and all our lives. His smile, his laughter, his funny words and darling expressions are why I say and do what I do. I see God in his cherubic face. I see Healing in his smile. I hear Love in his laughter and silly songs, and I see Hope in his eyes. I see the beauty of complete Innocence, and witness God’s perfect Love in action when we give immediate forgiveness when he is repentant. The very essence of what God wants in a relationship with each of us is found in this loving relationship. 

      We are all adopted children–adopted children whose Father loved us enough to send, and sacrifice, His only Son, so that we might live forever with Him. When I look at my little nephew, I see a Father Who delights in His children and shares their joys. I see a Father who mourns for His children when they lose their way and hurt themselves.

      The very gifts of life around us–those things that take our breath away, are God’s way of making Himself known to us. They are God’s way of caressing us with His gentleness and surrounding us with His goodness. When we destroy life, we destroy an opportunity to know the Lord intimately. We cooperate with the darkness of sorrow and condemnation that is then heaped upon us–and therefore, we suffer more.

My goal in this life is not to condemn others, but rather to love, and to call people to a conscience that is worthy of what we have been given through the  loving actions of the Father and His Son, Jesus. Pure Love. Pure Goodness. Unending Mercy. Fathomless Hope. Eternal Salvation.  Is there anything more beautiful? Is there anything more important?

WHAT IF?

What if every day, at noon, there was a hanging of a condemned person in the town square, just in front of the courthouse?  In these modern “enlightened” times, I wonder how many people would come to witness it. 

     Now, let me ask this–What if the person being hung or crucified was a newborn baby? A baby that was sucking his thumb only moments before he was killed?  Would people stand idly by and watch? I can’t imagine they would. I would hope that there would be a massive  uproar, a colossal rebellion at such a horrific deed. Babies are innocent, incapable of criminal acts. Who would stand by and allow them to be tortured, killed?

     There was a time when many people, for various reasons, really didn’t fully understand what took place in an abortion. For those previously blinded to the truth, the veil has been lifted–modern technology has made it possible for us to see inside the sacred womb and watch these beautiful babies growing, sucking thumbs, yawning, sleeping, waiting to born. Babies.  Beautiful babies, capable of love, mercy, goodness. Souls. God’s precious children.

What would we, as individuals, mothers, fathers, people of faith, be willing to do to stop it?  How far would we be willing to go? Would we take up arms? Would we stand and fight? Would we march day and night? Would we spend as much time as possible in prayer? Or would we go home and say, “There’s nothing I can do.”?  I certainly hope not. There was a time when people stood up and fought to ensure that ALL men were free. Doesn’t every man, woman, and child have the “unalienable right” to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?

Still, there have been many times in my life, wherein I have heard someone say, “I am personally against abortion, but it’s not up to me to tell others what to do.”  or, “the government shouldn’t tell a woman what to do with her body.”

Really?  Interesting…then why does the government mandate that we wear seatbelts? Why are we required to put our children in carseats? Why are we required to immunize them? We have laws that govern our actions every day, such as: You cannot murder your neighbor, nor can you set his house on fire, nor even bother him with loud noise, no matter how much his presence may annoy you.  You must stop at the stop sign, must drive the correct speed and refrain from driving under the influence of alcohol or texting; for to do so could result in injury to yourself or an innocent bystander.  Aren’t unborn babies innocent bystanders?

  More horrifying still, is that we’ve become an apathetic society that looks the other way, and many times, takes the “this doesn’t concern me” approach.  Are we really better off because of abortion, or are we on a slippery slope, sliding perilously closer to becoming a society with a “kill or be killed” mentality? Are we a society without hope? Have we lost our faith? Do we really believe that the killing of innocent babies will ever bring about good? There are other options. Why not adoption?  

Thousands of babies die every single day because of abortion. So, I’ll ask again….What if there was even ONE baby hung every day in the town square? Would you say, “This doesn’t concern me.”?

 What are we doing to stop it? Are we doing enough?

 

Elizabeth Schmeidler

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  I am a happily married mother of three from a small town in Kansas who was unexpectedly granted a gift of writing and song after I began singing at my church. God has accomplished in me, what I considered impossible–which is, the courage to sing for audiences, the ability to write and play my music even though I don’t know how to play the piano and have no formal music education, the courage to speak the thoughts He has placed on my heart through His Word and Spirit, and the strength to keep trying…against all the odds. Never give up on what you believe God is calling you to do. Walk on through the tough times…when you feel you have no support….when you feel you are financially unable…when you feel alone in your beliefs…when you feel that God is silent. Once, God was silent for three long days. Perfectly silent. The tomb was quiet. There were no trumpets or harps or lyres or voices singing songs of gladness or victory. In fact, things looked pretty bad. It appeared as though God had failed. Still, there was a plan…a plan that God knew all along. Trust Him to know the plan He has for your life. Trust Him enough to hold your head high and walk through persecution, just like Jesus did. Trust Him to do what is best for you…not the easiest. When things look hopeless, or uncertain, and you are feeling that there couldn’t possibly be a good answer in sight, remember the silence of the tomb, and then the glorious victory that followed. There was, indeed, a plan! Walk on towards the prize of eternal life. God bless you all. ~ Elizabeth