I’ve been watching the horrors of the Planned Parenthood exposure for months. I’ve seen the grisly videos, I’ve read the appalling comments in support, I’ve heard politicians and media moguls plug their ears and point fingers elsewhere. I’ve felt the nausea of disgust and have the despair of hopelessness.
I nurse my child as I read the articles. I feel his little toes and trace his little cheeks with my finger, all the while wondering at the callousness it must take to reach a blade inside of a womb meant for giving life and chop a wriggling, pain-feeling child to pieces.
It takes a special kind of selfishness, to not want to ‘get fat’ badly enough, to hate being nauseated strongly enough, that it’s worth it to a woman to kill her own offspring. After you feel her body kick and roll inside of you. After you know he’s real.
It takes a special kind of greed to be the ‘provider’. To be the overseer of such an operation, that would tear, and cut, and scrape away the money-making bits from an infant and then put those pieces in a little glass jar for profit. Christ said it would be better for a man to have a millstone tied around his neck and thrown into the sea, than to hurt one of his little ones. There surely is a special place in hell for such deceitful ‘caregivers’.
But what can we do? Besides pray. Besides donating money to the whistle-blowers and freedom fighters. What can we do? What can we do NOW?
“Would it help to adopt a child?” I asked my husband over dinner. “Would that make any difference at all?” He knew we would be willing. If the opportunity arose, to either claim a life as ours to raise or let it be killed, what other choice would we have?
But my husband shook his head. “No, the waiting list to adopt a baby in the US is years-long already. There are so many couples struggling with infertility. It’s not a matter of not having enough homes willing to take them in. It’s a matter of women not willing to be pregnant. They don’t want to carry an unwanted child.”
It’s too much work. They’d rather kill it.
But that answer hurts somehow. It means I can’t change things. I can’t make a mother carry her child against her will. Abortion is legal, after all. It means I must sit by. It means I must let it continue.
It’s easy to get lost in the helplessness. It’s easy to become overwhelmed by this world’s evil. I can pray, but what can I do?
“Mommy, mommy! Look at my lego fort!” It’s my five year old, proudly displaying his newest citadel on the table.
“That’s nice, love,” I say, returning my eyes to the screen. I read on about the hopelessness.
“Mommy, mommy! Mommy, look!” Gabriel is at my side now, not satisfied. Once he senses my full attention on him, his face beams and he crosses to the other side of the table. “This is where the bad-guy army lives. It is their evil fortress. And here is where the good guy army is. Oh, and here is where we fight.”
“That’s a good battle scene, Gabriel. But who’s going to win?”
Gabriel smiles, as if the answer is obvious. “Why, the good guys, of course. Will you teach me how to build them a castle?”
Of course, the good guys will win. That’s what I always teach him, after all. Like Christ told the apostle Peter, “On this rock I will build my church, and even the gates of Hell will not prevail against it. ” (Matt. 16:18) That’s what the Angel of God told Joshua, and Gideon, and Moses over and over again… “Do not be afraid. I have delivered them into your hands.” (Numbers 21, Joshua 1, Judges 6)
Of course, the good-guys will win. It may not be now, but it will happen eventually. And then I realized… I may not be able to save other peoples’ children myself, the ones their own mothers are determined to kill, but Christ can use me to raise up mine.
I put down my screen.
“Sure, Gabriel. Let me teach you how to build a castle.”
When you’re feeling hopeless about the world’s situation, when the darkness seems too much to bear… Here is one thing you can do RIGHT NOW to make it better.
Put down you screen and turn your face to your children. Teach them, love them, train them in righteousness. Lead them in the Ways that are better than the World’s ways.
Teach them to value life. Let them be the fearless voice exposing Hitler’s holocaust to the uninformed German citizens who lived just down the road from Auschwitz.
Teach your sons to honor and protect women, instead of using them and throwing them away afterward. Teach your daughters to find proper men, and not boys, and to give themselves to a single, trustworthy man wisely. Teach your daughters that it’s a privilege, albeit a sacrifice, to be the vessel of another life brought into this world. Teach them the value of such a miracle, no matter what discomfort it may provide.
Teach your children, so they can teach their children after them.
This world hates children. If they don’t kill them in the womb, they try to hand them off to someone else to raise. There is daycare and after-school care and summer camps to fill in every hole a parent might have to be responsible for. Mom and Dad’s joke about what nuisances their children are. They complain about how expensive they are. It’s becoming more and more common to just never have them in the firstplace because they may interfere with your career or dreams of independence and travel.
We resent children because they’re weak and needy. Yes, they always seem to need something from us. Whether that’s a drink of water for your toddler in the middle of the night or help with math homework in the afternoon when you were hoping for a bag of popcorn and a movie. It can be exhausting, and go against the grain of our self-serving nature, but that’s okay.
Because that is how we learn, as parents, to become more Christ-like. Don’t we always ask and need things of our Savior? And yet, he never tires of providing for us, seeing to our needs, loving us despite ourselves, and gently correcting us when we stray. Because His love is perfect. And that is what we are called to imitate.
Put your screen down and love your children now. Don’t just tell them you love them. Show them with your hands.
Pause your ‘grown-up’ article reading and make a lego castle. Make them that dinner you know they enjoy. Meet their eyes. Smile at them with your heart. Ask them sincerely about their day. It may seem like a little thing here and there, but it adds up, hour by hour, day by day, year by year, until they are grown and having children of their own. Teach them about Christ’s love and they will understand it better, because they understand their Mother’s.
Teach them to love children and value them as the blessing they are. Teach them to use their strength to protect the weak. Teach them not to fear evil, for the Creator stands on their side.
It’s a high calling, parenthood. It’s not for wussies. To represent Christ that way is a huge responsibility.
But it is world-changing. Literally.
Because a Christ-loving Mom and Dad can raise up several other Christ-loving wives, husbands, friends, coworkers, employees, and teachers for the next generation. They can impact pro-life/pro-murder legislation better than I can. What is a government, if not a reflection of it’s people?
And that is how we will end great evils like abortion. While the wicked kill off their children or never conceive them at all, we will multiply. And we will love them, train them, and teach them to do likewise. When given the opportunity, we will adopt theirs and raise them as our own.
Unless we let our guard down and allow them to steal our children by infiltrating their minds, our enemies don’t stand a chance. If it’s a numbers game, they’re doomed to failure. And that’s my plan for taking over the world. Or maybe it was God’s? Let’s use our hands to be fruitful, to multiply, to fill the earth and subdue it (Genesis 1:28).
So let me say this one more time… Here is one thing you can do NOW.
Put your screen down, and go show your children the love of Christ.
And even the gates of Hell will not prevail.