Over the past few weeks, videos of the horrible atrocity of abortion (and the side-crime of selling black market baby carcasses), have penetrated my dull dislike for abortion. They have hammered at my apathy and they have ripped at my soul.
I am grieved.
I am grieved because I have tolerated these murders without a fight.
I'm grieved because these women are in pain and I have not reached out in love.
I am grieved because my beloved nation has willingly sanctioned both of these travesties, and I have done nothing.
Then I turned my face to the Lord God, seeking him by prayer and pleas for mercy with fasting and sackcloth and ashes. I prayed to the Lord my God and made confession, saying, “O Lord, the great and awesome God, who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, we have sinned and done wrong and acted wickedly and rebelled, turning aside from your commandments and rules.
{Daniel 9:3-5}
So, tomorrow, from the time I rise until the time I go to sleep, I am offering my God a day of prayer and fasting.
I will plead with Him to extend mercy.
I will plead for legislation that will protect unborn babies and their mothers.
And I will plead for forgiveness. My sins of apathy and ignorance ashame me.
Every day, I hold a baby boy who was given life primarily by God, but then again by his birth mother. My quiet complacency is inexcusable. And tomorrow I will mourn.
Will you join me?