Like many things these days, life itself is up for debate. Whether it’s the right to end life or allow life to continue, it seems as though life is in the news constantly. On January 22, 1973, the United States Supreme Court issued a ruling in the case of Roe v. Wade that legalized a woman’s right to terminate her pregnancy. Since that landmark case, over 58 million unborn children have been killed.
I want to share with you about 2 who were not counted in that 58 million. The two girls in the picture above are my sisters. Both of my sisters were born premature – Beth was born at 24 weeks, and Bri was born at 26 weeks. Both girls were underweight – Beth was 1 pound 12 ounces, and Bri was 2 pounds 9 ounces. In case you’re wondering, that’s really little. Just to put it in perspective, 1 pound 12 ounces is the same size and weight as 7 sticks of butter. Beth and Bri are 10 1/2 months apart, and are natural sisters and adopted sisters. I remember as a 9 year old kid when Beth came home from the hospital. We were her foster family at that time, and I was pretty sure that she was the smallest person I had ever seen. When Bri showed up the next year, she was slightly bigger, but not by much. Both of my sisters were on a heart lung monitor for quite some time to make sure they didn’t stop breathing or their heart stop beating. We had to lug that thing with us wherever we went.
My sisters, now in their 20’s, each have 2 children of their own. This accounts for 6 lives that never would have been had their birth mother decided to abort them. I can’t help but think of not only the 58 million plus who have been killed, but all of those other lives that have never arrived because of their deaths.
God is the author of life. He who spoke, “Let there be light!” without first creating a light source; He who spoke the stars and planets into being; He who created all of the animals and plants with His word; He is the One who created all life. He formed man out of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul (Genesis 2:7) This same God said, “Do not murder” (Exodus 20:13). God warned Israel and commanded them not to sacrifice or kill their children (Leviticus 18:21).
One of the most beautiful and powerful passages of Scripture about life comes from King David in Psalm 139:13-16:
For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will praise You because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well. My bones were not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began. (HCSB)
It is God who forms all life. And He forms life in the womb. Abortion is not about science or politics or women’s rights; it’s about God. It’s about mankind’s belief or disbelief in Him. It’s about our desire to love and obey Him, or shake our fist in His face. It’s about our desire to be the god of our life and eliminate consequences.
What do my sisters have to do with the 58 million and counting who have been aborted? First, they could have been counted in that number, and our family would have missed out on the love and laughter and joy they have brought. Second, it reminds me of all of those families who have missed out on experiencing what we have over these last 28 years. Third, my heart is broken for those 58 million plus little boys and little girls who, through no fault of their own, were not allowed to have their life continue.
God is the author of life. We should be proponents of all human life.
Psalm 139:13-16: For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I will praise You because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well. 15 My bones were not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began. (HCSB)