“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is the tree of life.” Proverbs 3.12
The new President of the United States, Barack Obama, came to us with great excitement and a lot of fanfare this week. His speech was amazing; the whole inauguration, very inspiring. Everything feels exciting and new. The word “hope” echoes from the hallways these days, as President Obama has energetically taken the bull by the horns these past few days.
A few minutes ago, without the media blitz characterizing the rest of this week and one day after the anniversery of Roe vs. Wade, the President ended the Bush administration’s ban on giving federal money to international groups that provide abortions.
“A White House spokesman, Bill Burton, said Obama signed an executive order on the ban, without coverage by the media, late Friday afternoon. That was in contrast to the midday signings with fanfare of executive orders on other subjects earlier in the week.”
Those were lyrics in a song playing before the service began at church Sunday.
And I do wonder that we are not even mortified at that. I am troubled that I stay too silent regarding the right of the life-seed in a woman’s womb, a separate and living being, to live – to have the same chance as the person carrying that life has. Trying not to cause offense, trying to avoid politcal controversy, I stay quiet when I really want to boldly ask: why would we not cherish, revere and nurture human life? Why so little regard in our nation, a nation that is so zealous to do good in the world, for the life of a pure, fresh, brand new, living human being? What about the right of this living thing to grow and to become?
“We can remove the mass of conception pretty easily at this point.” The mass of conception. These are the words a doctor used concerning my “condition” when I was a teen-age Bible college freshman pregnant with my first child.
By the time my doctor said these words when I was about 5 or 6 weeks along, the child within was already a unique and distinct life beginning her own amazing journey of existance. Within me, yes, but she was already her own person. She had DNA, was matabolizing the nutrition I provided, was sucking her thumb and had her own blood type. She was moving and growing and her heart was beating. She was Tara at her very beginning.
Google it: Save a tree…save a whale…save a forest…save a manatee…save the dunes…save the bay…save the jaguar…save the elephants…save the redwoods…but abort 1.3 million babies legally in the United States every year. Throw the promise and potential away.