What if you saw a woman toss her newly born baby into the swift current of a river?
What if you saw a woman set her newly born baby down on the steps of a fully-involved house on fire?
What if you saw a woman lay her newly born baby on the railroad tracks, with a speeding train barreling down the tracks?
It makes us cringe to picture these scenarios. Just at the thought of these situations, we shudder. And if we were actually witnessing this baby in peril, our first instinct would be to rescue this baby from imminent death. As a matter of fact, we would be thought woefully negligent and cruel if we stood by and did nothing.
What if we turn the clock back on this timeline? The day is four months before this baby is to be born. Now the baby isn’t in danger from the mother’s visible attempts to harm the baby. We imagine the baby is safe inside the mother’s womb, just growing and biding its time until birth. But then, the mother decides circumstances in her life are not conducive to having this little one. So now, the danger is a more ambiguous peril, not so easily seen or understood. But this baby is in the same danger as before….death, but somehow this particular form of death… abortion… is acceptable. The baby will not be pulled out of the safety and protection of its mother’s hands, but her womb. This baby will be dismembered and left for dead. And yet, we don’t cringe at the horror of it, we don’t scramble to the rescue, and we don’t scream for help,
Why do we let the baby die?
What if…we stepped back, and truly allowed our conscience to show us that this is the same baby, the same danger, and the same urgency to rescue from death? That we have a naturally inspired call to protect the helpless and defenseless, no matter the arguments or circumstances.
Would we still let the baby die?
What if…your answer is still yes, let the baby die? And you do.
Do you shudder at the thought of it?
Shining The Light 