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Liberty’s Lament

August 31, 2016

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“Abortion is the antithesis of liberty.  We cannot support the most basic, inalienable, God-given rights, while winking at the killing of innocents without trial or justice.  It’s time to put this blot on history behind us.”  (Gavin Seim)

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With piercing eyes and flaming torch aglow, Lady Liberty proudly stands guard.

She keeps watch over the land conceived in her name.  She watches over its inhabitants, all of whom have been endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights.  Chief among them are the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

She scans the city streets and the rolling countrysides from sea to shining sea.  She steps down from her perch, and she sets out on a sacred quest across America the Beautiful.

“With liberty and justice for all.”

That is her mantra for the journey.

“With liberty and justice for all.”

She observes freedom of speech at work across the land.  She listens to the voices, and she waits.  Her quest to find a voice for the voiceless has officially begun.

A voice from San Francisco captures her attention.  A voice crying, “Save the bees! Save the trees!”

She thinks to herself, “That’s a voice that I need!  

It’s a voice that will answer my call!  

Surely that voice will join in the fight,

Toward liberty and justice for all!”

As she approaches the voice, her mind is filled with thoughts of assurance.  Any voice that is willing to speak up on behalf of the bees, and behalf of the trees, will surely be willing to speak up for unborn children.  She is sure of it.  A voice that speaks out against the destruction of tiny bees and soulless trees will surely be willing to speak out against the destruction of unborn children.  Surely that voice will speak up when it learns that every.single.day in this country, over 3,000 babies are legally destroyed and literally ripped from the safety of their mothers’ wombs – piece by piece.  Surely, the thought of tiny severed hands and feet, discarded and thrown into the trash like a stack of junk mail, will stir that voice into action…much more so than the thought of flightless bees and tumbling trees.  Surely.

But, sadly, she is wrong.

When she approaches the voice and asks for its help, it is very quick to reply.

“I cannot. I will not. You can’t have my voice.

An unborn child isn’t a child at all.  An unborn child is a choice.”

Liberty is rendered speechless.

Heartbroken by such hypocrisy.

Discouraged, yet determined, she continues her sacred quest.

A voice from Boston captures her attention.  A voice crying, “Guns kill!  Control them!  End gun violence!  Life is precious!”

She thinks to herself, “That’s a voice that I need!  

It’s a voice that will answer my call!  

Surely that voice will join in the fight,

Toward liberty and justice for all!”

As she approaches the voice, her mind is filled with thoughts of assurance.  Any voice that is willing to speak out against gun violence will surely be willing to speak out against abortion.  She is sure of it.  A voice that speaks of how precious life is, and speaks out against violence of any kind will surely be willing to speak of how precious an unborn life is, and speak out against the violence of abortion.  Surely that voice will speak up when it learns that every.single.day in this country, over 3,000 babies are legally destroyed and literally ripped from the safety of their mothers’ wombs – piece by piece. Surely, the thought of tiny severed hands and feet, discarded and thrown into the trash like a stack of junk mail, will stir that voice into action.  Surely that voice aches just as much for abortion victims as it does for victims of gun violence.  Surely.

But, sadly, she is wrong.  Again.

When Liberty approaches the voice and asks for its help, it is very quick to reply.

“I cannot. I will not. You can’t have my voice.

An unborn child isn’t a child at all.  An unborn child is a choice.”

Liberty is rendered speechless.  Appalled.

Heartbroken by such hypocrisy.

Discouraged, yet determined, Liberty continues her sacred quest.

A voice from Dallas captures her attention.  A voice crying, “Black lives matter!”

She thinks to herself, “That’s a voice that I need!  

It’s a voice that will answer my call!  

Surely that voice will join in the fight,

Toward liberty and justice for all!”

As she approaches the voice, her mind is filled with thoughts of assurance.  Any voice that is willing to speak up on behalf of the marginalized and the oppressed, will surely be willing to speak up for unborn children (who, for decades, have been pushed to the margins of American hearts and minds). She is sure of it.  A voice that speaks out against the mistreatment of black Americans will surely be willing to speak up when it learns that over 17,000,000 black babies have been destroyed since the implementation of Roe v. Wade in 1973. Surely a voice that cares so deeply about social justice and equal rights for ALL will be heartbroken by the fact that the most basic of human rights – the right to life – has been denied to so many. Surely, thinking about the tiny severed hands and feet of black babies, discarded and thrown into the trash like a stack of junk mail, will stir that voice into action.  Surely a voice that speaks so loudly and strongly about justice for all of God’s children – red, yellow, black, and white – will speak up loudly and strongly about justice for the red, yellow, black, and white who continue to be unjustly denied the most basic right of all.  The right to life. Surely they understand that social justice begins in the womb. Surely.

But, sadly, once again, Liberty is wrong.

Dead wrong.

When she approaches the voice and asks for its help, it is very quick to reply.

“I cannot. I will not. You can’t have my voice.

An unborn child isn’t a child at all.  An unborn child is a choice.”

Liberty begins to lose hope.  She stands in stunned silence.

Heartbroken, yet again, by such hypocrisy.

With head hanging low, Liberty puts one foot in front of the other, and forces herself to continue on her sacred quest.

A voice from Chicago captures her attention.  A voice crying, “Enough is enough!  Equal rights for all!  Stop the war on women!”

She thinks to herself, “That’s a voice that I need!  

It’s a voice that will answer my call!  

Surely that voice will join in the fight,

Toward liberty and justice for all!”

As she approaches the voice, her mind is filled with thoughts of assurance.  Any voice that is willing to speak up so boldly for the rights of women will surely speak up boldly for the rights of unborn females.  Future women.  Surely, when that voice learns that 50% of all abortion victims are females, it will answer the call to become a voice for the voiceless!  Surely that voice will speak up when it learns that every.single.day in this country, over 1,500 females – future women – are legally destroyed and literally ripped from the safety of their mothers’ wombs – piece by piece. Surely, thinking about the tiny severed hands and feet of baby girls, discarded and thrown into the trash like a stack of junk mail, will stir that voice into action.  Surely that voice aches when justice is denied to females of any age or stage of life.  Surely it does, she tells herself.

But, sadly, she is wrong.  So, so wrong!

When Liberty approaches the voice and asks for its help, it is offended, and quick to reply.

“I cannot. I will not. You can’t have my voice.

An unborn child isn’t a child at all.  An unborn child is a choice.”

Liberty grows silent.

Heartbroken by such hypocrisy.

Dumbfounded and disappointed, she struggles to find the strength to soldier on.  She stays the course, and continues on her sacred quest.

A voice from Denver captures her attention.  A voice crying, “End animal cruelty!  Animals are your neighbors – respect them!  Adopt! Rescue! Love!”

She thinks to herself, “That’s a voice that I need!  

It’s a voice that will answer my call!  

Surely that voice will join in the fight,

Toward liberty and justice for all!”

As she approaches the voice, her mind is filled with thoughts of assurance.  Her despairing heart is lifted!  Any voice that is willing to speak up for voiceless and vulnerable animals will surely be willing to speak up for voiceless and vulnerable human beings!  She is sure of it.  A voice that works to end the horrific forms of animal cruelty will surely work to end the horrific forms of abortion.  A voice that advocates for the adoption of animals into loving homes will also advocate for the adoption of unplanned children into loving homes, as opposed to destroying them before birth. Surely anyone who is willing to proudly wear a PETA shirt, and abstain from eating meat because “a hamburger stops a beating heart”, will be heartbroken to learn that almost 60,000,000 beating human hearts have been stopped in this country – at the hands of their mothers – over the past 40 years.  (Yes.  60,000,000!)  Surely any voice that can’t stomach cruelty toward animals will be cut to the core when it hears of the cruelty – the mutilation – that occurs at the hands of abortionists every single day in this country.   Surely, the thought of tiny severed hands and feet, discarded and thrown into the trash like a stack of junk mail, will stir that voice into action!  Surely.

But, sadly, shockingly, she is wrong.

When Liberty approaches the voice and asks for its help, it is very quick to reply.

“I cannot. I will not. You can’t have my voice.

An unborn child isn’t a child at all.  An unborn child is a choice.”

Liberty just stands there.  Silent.

Paralyzed in disbelief.

Heartbroken by such hypocrisy.

Overcome with discouragement and hopelessness, she puts an end to her sacred quest, right then and there. With a heavy heart, she returns to her perch.

With piercing eyes now filled with tears, and gripping her torch whose light has grown dim, Lady Liberty stands guard.

She resumes watching over the land conceived in her name.  She watches over its inhabitants, all of whom have been endowed by their Creator with the unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

She scans the city streets and the rolling countrysides from sea to shining sea, and she mourns.  She grieves.  She looks over America the Beautiful.

A cold wind blows.

As it sweeps across the land, Liberty begins her lament…

America!  America!  

God shed His grace on thee! 

God shed His mercy on thee!

Though beautiful, with spacious skies, and amber waves of grain, there are dark blots that can be seen beautiful across this land of liberty.  Blots of innocent blood that have begun to stain the very fabric of this free land.  It has been said that a country’s greatness is measured by how it allows its weakest, smallest, most vulnerable members, to be treated.  Oh, how true that is!  How very true.

So, how are we doing?  Let’s take a good, hard look.

Who are our weakest, smallest, most vulnerable members?

Babies.  

Babies who are unborn, voiceless, and completely powerless.

How are we allowing them to be treated?

Well, that depends.  That depends on one thing.

Whether or not they are wanted.

If they happen to be unplanned and unwanted, well, anything goes.  

And I.mean.ANYTHING.

We allow them to be violently suctioned from their mothers’ wombs with a device that tears them into pieces, and sucks their remains through a hollow tube into a bottle for disposal.

We allow them to be cut into pieces and scraped away from their mothers with a hook-shaped knife called a curette.  

We allow them to be grasped by forceps that are used to twist and tear their bones apart.  We allow this to be repeated until their fully-formed bodies are totally dismembered, removed, and discarded.

We allow them to be poisoned by a strong salt solution injected into their amniotic sacs so that they will have no choice but to swallow the solution and allow the poison to enter into their tiny bodies.  It acts as a corrosive, burning off the outer layer of their skin.  This can result in about an hour-long death .

We allow them to be injected with chemicals that cause their mothers to contract so violently that they are killed by the sheer force of those contractions.  Some have even been decapitated in the process.

We allow them to have their umbilical cords cut, thus restricting their oxygen supply and causing suffocation. 

We allow them to have their legs grabbed into the birth canal with forceps.  Once they are almost fully delivered, we allow scissors to be jammed into their skulls.  The scissors are then opened to enlarge their skulls so that a suction catheter can be inserted in order to suck out their brains, causing their skulls to collapse, resulting in immediate death.

So, I ask you again, America.

How are we doing?

Are we doing everything we can to protect the smallest, most vulnerable members of our society?  

Hell, no. 

If they happen to be unwanted, we allow them to be put through hell.  

At their mothers’ discretion, we allow them to be destroyed in unthinkable ways.  At their mothers’ discretion, we allow them to be denied the precious gift of life.  In the name of “women’s rights”, we continue to fill nameless graves.  Across this country, we continue to allow trash cans in abortion clinics and Planned Parenthood offices to fill with tiny, severed hands and feet.

Oh, those innocent babies.  Those mangled, lifeless bodies.

The mere thought of them opens the floodgates. 

I weep on their behalf.  I weep, America.

Make no mistake, unborn children are NOT simply potential human beings.  They are human beings with potential.  

Make no mistake, this is not a land where there is liberty and justice for all.  There is liberty and justice for some.  And, in the womb, there is liberty and justice only for the “wanted”.

Why aren’t we moving American tax payers’ money away from organizations who perform abortions, and direct those funds – instead – toward organizations who support adoption, adoptive families, and birth mothers who find themselves in crisis pregnancy situations?  Why?

Support adoptions.  Not abortions.

Promote adoptions.  Not abortions.

Fund adoptions.  Not abortions.

Unborn children have no voice, so they depend on yours.  Be the voice they wish they had, and make the choice they wish they could.  America the Beautiful, may your hearts be stirred.  May your hearts be stirred to use your voices for the voiceless.  May your hearts be stirred to vote, to act, and to pray.

Pray for their protection.  And pray that God, in His mercy, would forgive our nation.  For we know not what we are doing.

Protectors of life and liberty, unite as one.  Don’t stop until the war is won.  Fight until this nation is no longer covered with dark blots of innocent blood.  Fight to bring life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness to our unborn citizens.  Our greatness as a nation depends on it.

Protect their little hands.

Protect their little feet.

Protect their tiny, beating hearts.

Protect their God-given right to life.

And never, ever forget.

You’re living and breathing today because someone protected yours.

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“I long for the day that pro-abortion legislation is sent to the ash heap of our nation’s history.” 

(Mike Pence)

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Please take a moment to listen to this song.

As you do, whisper a prayer on behalf of the unborn:

 

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