By Heather Walton
She sat nervously in the little office, watching a video and awaiting test result. The video was called The Silent Scream. She dismissively watched the video, which showed an abortion through ultrasound, because it was easier to remove herself emotionally from the subject, than to consider the truth it contained. Once the video concluded, an older woman walked in and told the girl that she was, indeed, not pregnant. Thank God! she exhaled, more as an exclamation than a prayer. She went on about her life, pushing all of it into the back of her mind, yet it lingered.
That girl was 16. Scared. Seeking worth. Ashamed.
That girl was me.
Fast forward almost 30 years.
This time I wasn’t at a crisis pregnancy center. This time I had purchased a cheap test at a pharmacy. I sat there in absolute shock as not one, but two blue lines appeared. I was 43 years old. How could I be pregnant? Don’t misunderstand: I love kids. When I became a Christian at 21 years old, God changed me from someone who didn’t care for children and was unapologetically pro-choice to someone who worked at a crisis pregnancy center and later became a teacher. Yet, I was 43 years old and I had thought my family was complete. This wasn’t in my plan.
After about a week I recovered from my shock and started to get excited about this precious baby growing inside. However, it wasn’t long before I learned that this child was not in the right place. This was an ectopic pregnancy. The doctor told me I would have to terminate the pregnancy; otherwise I could die. He prescribed me a medication and scheduled a procedure. There was no discussion. This was not optional.
Yet in my mind, maybe it was. I begged God to save my child. I fervently researched to find out if there was a way. I prayed I wouldn’t have to take that medicine. I didn’t know if I could do it, yet I knew I would have to.
The day before I was to take the medicine, the Lord answered my prayer, not in the way I would have liked, but by taking the choice completely out of my hands. I began bleeding and having so much pain that I went to the hospital, where they performed emergency, “life-saving” surgery. “Life-saving” for me, yet life-ending for my baby, but not before mentioning that the baby had a heartbeat.
This experience plummeted me into a season of grief like none other. In fact, I have several earlier blog posts chronicling my journey.
I share this because there are indeed situations where mothers must make difficult choices, where they may have to choose to terminate a pregnancy in order to save their own life. When this happens, it is tragic.
However, these instances are rare.
It is a national tragedy that we have allowed more than 62.5 million abortions since January 22, 1973. It is an indictment on the church that we haven’t done more to prevent this. Instead, we have gone about our business, mostly unaware and perhaps even avoiding considering what goes on in the abortion mills, operated by an idolatrous, money-hungry industry with an agenda from the pit of hell.
Two days ago we saw the inauguration of an administration that champions abortion rights. This is to our shame as a nation, and especially as a church.
If you call yourself a Christ-follower and consider yourself pro-life, I challenge you to prayerfully consider how you can become a greater champion of life.
However, if you call yourself a Christ-follower and you consider yourself pro-choice, or if you think it’s not a major issue, or if you celebrate the Biden/Harris administration for other reasons but discount their abortion stance, would you prayerfully consider this question: How can you endorse those who do what God hates? Is this an option for a believer?
I would respectfully submit to you that this administration and all who promote and endorse abortion practice every single hated thing mentioned in this passage. How can believers celebrate that which the Lord abhors?
Instead we are to
Church, there is no option for us to turn our backs on the plight of the unborn, or the women who are being deceived into thinking they can participate in the murder of the precious children being formed within their wombs. We need to operate crisis pregnancy centers. We need to participate in foster care and adoption. We need to lobby our representatives and vote pro-life.
We also need to speak up boldly about sin and its consequences. See, when I was 15 years old and sexually active, that was sin. Yet nobody was speaking that into my life. I was seeking worth in the wrong places; yet I didn’t have believers shining the truth into my life that my true worth came from a relationship with Jesus Christ.
Instead of being challenged to have self-control, I was offered birth control. Instead of being told the truth about sin, my behavior was glossed over and even expected.
Church, we abdicated our responsibility to speak into the culture long ago, but it’s not too late to pour into relationships today. Saving one unborn life is worth it. Saving one eternal life is worth it. What we have to say isn’t popular. Some even say it’s hateful. God’s truth is often marginalized, twisted, targeted, or cancelled; yet we must not relent.
Church, we have failed this country. We must repent, and we must declare the truth that our country has gone astray, that we have allowed our children to be sacrificed on Molech’s altars, and that we must not continue; that instead we need to turn to Jesus Christ for forgiveness of our sins, that we need to recognize Him as Lord, and that without Him, we are lost. Until we do this, we cannot expect His favor to return to our land.