What Happens 87 Times a Minute

January 23, 2012

[stextbox id=”info”](In light of yesterday being National Right to Life Sunday, I thought I would re-publish this article I wrote last year.)[/stextbox]

There has just been a death in the family.

But there are no flower arrangements. No shiny casket. No boxes of Kleenexes. No visitation. No funeral home. No eulogy. No gravesite service. No tombstone with name and dates chiseled in marble.

Instead, there is a small room. Muffled groans. Cold, metal prongs. And a bloody trash can.  

If the little girl with the crushed skull in the trashcan had lived, she would’ve had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her little heart just stopped beating. Had it continued to beat, she would’ve had a cute giggle and been good at math.

She never got to say a word, but if she had, she would have said “I do” to the love of her life. Her little, bloody hands are no bigger than a Cheerio. But had they continued to grow, she would’ve one day held her own little girl in them.

I’ve noticed that everybody that is for abortion has already been born.  – Ronald Reagan

But she never got the chance to even take a breath in this world, let alone do those other things. That’s what happens when you live in a world that saves the trees and kills the children.

Only half the patients who go into an abortion clinic come out alive.

So say a prayer for those like her today. Because she’s not alone. In fact , since you started reading this article, more than eighty-seven precious children in this world were ripped to pieces. Pray for the mothers who are deciding today whether or not to kill their babies. And pray for the leaders who make decisions about what is legal and what isn’t.

If it isn’t a baby, then you aren’t pregnant, so what are you aborting? Abortion is legal because babies can’t vote.

And pray for the Christians who sit on pews and ignore the ongoing war that has taken more lives than any other conflict in history.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have 87 funerals to attend.