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If the New York Senate gets its way, a baby just like this but five minutes younger could be aborted. How arbitrary … and how reprobate!

 

 

Here is a beautiful video representing the miraculous formation of human life from conception.  Right now, such precious lives hang in the balance.  For years, the majority of our nation has turned the other way, pretending that abortion is merely a clinical procedure, that a fetus magically becomes a baby when it is wanted, yet reverts to a subhuman mass of tissue when it is not.  Because of this, such hidden scenes of tender majesty are cut short in the butchery of abortion.  (For those with cast iron stomachs, one can easily find videos online to confirm.)

How long will we speak for our wallets?  For our private interests?  For our unbridled appetites?  How long will we vote for what is superficial, doubtful, or secondary at best, and support what is altogether unthinkable?

God help our land.  And God help those precious lives waiting for us self-absorbed Americans to give them a voice.

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Listen to a message on the plight of the unborn.  Or, download here.

You were a miracle.  And so are they.

Ten days after conception, your mother’s body began to change. For you. In another eleven days, your heart was beating and pumping blood.  With a blood type different from your mother’s.

“Thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.”

In six and a half weeks, you had teeth buds.  In two more, all your body systems were present.  You could suck your thumb.  By ten weeks, you could squint your tiny eyes, swallow, and move your tongue.  Your fingers could grip.  You were unborn.  But you were there.  Very human and very alive.

“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and made: marvellous are thy works.”

By your third month, you were breathing fluid.  Soon you would be breathing air!  At this point, you had fingernails.  At week sixteen, you had eyelashes.  By your fourth month after conception, you even had completely established fingerprints, and your taste buds were in full working order. You were a wonder in the works, though hidden in a veil of flesh.

“My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.”

And so you grew.  You slept, you awoke – and slept again.  You hiccupped.  You danced.  You even dreamed.  You could be happy and even get fussy.  Father and mother could not see you. Brother and sister could not peek in.  But Someone saw you there, didn’t He?

“Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.”

And so you grew.  Until  the contractions began. Involuntarily, yet by design.  Planned by God.  A good God, an almighty and all-wise God, to display at last His craftsmanship to the world.

“How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!”

God made you. And He made them. But you lived. You were spared.  Others live, yet their precious lives are threatened.  They are not a “choice,” but a life – and a human life at that.  They are there as we once were.

We must protect them.  We must speak and not be silent.  For they cannot yet speak for themselves.

“Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction.”

 

 

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