#lovewins
15-20 years in the future:
I was sitting in my rocking chair on the back porch when my grandchildren came running around the house. Little red-headed girl and blonde/brown headed boy. Their eyes were alive with wonder but the older one had a strange expression that you don't normally see in an 10 year old.
They jumped up on my lap and began telling me what they had heard at school.
"Papaw, you won't believe what the teacher said today in class", said the 10 year old, her red curls bouncing as the anticipation of telling me was building!
"What did he tell you honey?" I asked. Now my grandson was just staring at her wondering what she was going to say next. She had a tendency to be slightly dramatic.
"Today he talked about abortion! He didn't explain much but what he did say was gross. He said that people used to take babies..."
I cut him off and sent the boy in to find some food, which he was happy to do! Like his daddy he was always up for some grub!
Then I looked at her again and told her she could continue. She didn't, it was almost as if she had been thinking about what she was saying and just stopped. She was sad and mad and confused. She looked at me the way her mother used to when she would ask me why God allowed her to have diabetes! But today my words were much harder to come by! You see when Kelcey asked me that question, I would explain that there were some things we just didn't have a choice and we just had to deal with it. We would trust God and pray and do our part!
But today. Today was different. See we did have a choice! We let the murder happen. In 2015, there was a group that was bold and infiltrated the worst of the worst as far as abortionists were concerned. They got undercover footage and began releasing it over the span of a few months. 10 videos in all. Each one more damning than the previous. There were directors of this organization making jokes about cutting off baby boy's testicles. There were testimonies of nurses that spoke of babies being born alive but being left to die or crushing their skull so they would die. But today I didn't tell of such facts. I dug deep to find the right words to tell my granddaughter.
"That was a bad time honey. People did some bad things and they were confused." I tried to satisfy her curiosity knowing full well that was impossible.
"So people knew this was happening? They knew that babies were being killed?"
"Yes." I said as softly as I could.
"Papaw", she said.
"Yes sweetie?" I replied fearing for the next question.
"Why? Why would decent people allow such a thing to happen? Why would God allow such a thing to happen?" and then she just stared at me because I always had an answer. I always knew what to say to make things better.
But not today. Because I remember sitting at my desk on a beautiful Wednesday afternoon watching a video and seeing that the social media of the day was ignoring it. I remember sitting and wondering the same thing that my 10 year old granddaughter would wonder in the future.
"How could 3 generations of people have allowed such an atrocity to take place and the whole time they were posting, chatting and tweeting with the most hypocritical hashtag ever; #lovewins"
The bible says that love is kind and not selfish. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres.
The love of 2015 didn't protect babies. The love of 2015 wasn't kind to babies! And that love did not protect!
Before I could find the right answer for her, the boy came crashing onto the back porch to scream that his grandmother had made homemade cookies and in an instance those red curls were bouncing into the house looking for chocolate chips.
I sat alone for a few minutes on the porch and prayed. I asked for forgiveness and cried. Thanking God that my daughter nor my daughter-in-law ever had the "choice" to kill one of my little grandchildren!
God, I hope this comes true! I pray that at least part of this is a reality and we are able to end the most senseless issue in the history of our nation! Show me my part and strengthen me for the battle!
Pastor Dad
I was sitting in my rocking chair on the back porch when my grandchildren came running around the house. Little red-headed girl and blonde/brown headed boy. Their eyes were alive with wonder but the older one had a strange expression that you don't normally see in an 10 year old.
They jumped up on my lap and began telling me what they had heard at school.
"Papaw, you won't believe what the teacher said today in class", said the 10 year old, her red curls bouncing as the anticipation of telling me was building!
"What did he tell you honey?" I asked. Now my grandson was just staring at her wondering what she was going to say next. She had a tendency to be slightly dramatic.
"Today he talked about abortion! He didn't explain much but what he did say was gross. He said that people used to take babies..."
I cut him off and sent the boy in to find some food, which he was happy to do! Like his daddy he was always up for some grub!
Then I looked at her again and told her she could continue. She didn't, it was almost as if she had been thinking about what she was saying and just stopped. She was sad and mad and confused. She looked at me the way her mother used to when she would ask me why God allowed her to have diabetes! But today my words were much harder to come by! You see when Kelcey asked me that question, I would explain that there were some things we just didn't have a choice and we just had to deal with it. We would trust God and pray and do our part!
But today. Today was different. See we did have a choice! We let the murder happen. In 2015, there was a group that was bold and infiltrated the worst of the worst as far as abortionists were concerned. They got undercover footage and began releasing it over the span of a few months. 10 videos in all. Each one more damning than the previous. There were directors of this organization making jokes about cutting off baby boy's testicles. There were testimonies of nurses that spoke of babies being born alive but being left to die or crushing their skull so they would die. But today I didn't tell of such facts. I dug deep to find the right words to tell my granddaughter.
"That was a bad time honey. People did some bad things and they were confused." I tried to satisfy her curiosity knowing full well that was impossible.
"So people knew this was happening? They knew that babies were being killed?"
"Yes." I said as softly as I could.
"Papaw", she said.
"Yes sweetie?" I replied fearing for the next question.
"Why? Why would decent people allow such a thing to happen? Why would God allow such a thing to happen?" and then she just stared at me because I always had an answer. I always knew what to say to make things better.
But not today. Because I remember sitting at my desk on a beautiful Wednesday afternoon watching a video and seeing that the social media of the day was ignoring it. I remember sitting and wondering the same thing that my 10 year old granddaughter would wonder in the future.
"How could 3 generations of people have allowed such an atrocity to take place and the whole time they were posting, chatting and tweeting with the most hypocritical hashtag ever; #lovewins"
The bible says that love is kind and not selfish. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres.
The love of 2015 didn't protect babies. The love of 2015 wasn't kind to babies! And that love did not protect!
Before I could find the right answer for her, the boy came crashing onto the back porch to scream that his grandmother had made homemade cookies and in an instance those red curls were bouncing into the house looking for chocolate chips.
I sat alone for a few minutes on the porch and prayed. I asked for forgiveness and cried. Thanking God that my daughter nor my daughter-in-law ever had the "choice" to kill one of my little grandchildren!
God, I hope this comes true! I pray that at least part of this is a reality and we are able to end the most senseless issue in the history of our nation! Show me my part and strengthen me for the battle!
Pastor Dad
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