Today, many people will march for life, remembering all the babies killed by abortion since Roe v. Wade. As they join in solidarity for the unborn who are yet to be saved from abortionists, they will probably find some support, much indifference, and quite a bit of hostility.
But why the hostility? I don’t understand why many of the same people who scream to keep abortion legal would also fight to protect unborn animals of an endangered species. Deep down, they know a human fetus is a baby as much as an unborn Sumatran tiger is a tiger. I can only conclude that ignorance resulting from propaganda, spiritual blindness, or unresolved guilt drives their passionate support for abortion.
“Pro-choice” rhetoric, when it is not merely for profit, could be an unconscious cover-up by those who have had, urged, forced someone to have, or performed abortions. These passionate calls for “choice” might simply be people’s attempts to justify their own sins and harden their hearts against the pain of guilt.
For women who have had abortions, is theirs truly a call to freedom for other women? Or is it an effort to sear their consciences, an attempt to erase from memory their selfish or fearful actions and the unthinkable crimes against their own children – a horror they can never undo?
To women who have walked this road, please hear me. No amount of rationalizing or protest can take away the sting of guilt, the pain of loss, the private aching of empty arms. Only the love of Jesus can give you what your heart truly seeks.
You have the freedom of choice right now. The choice to choose or reject the free gift God offers: cleansing and forgiveness for every sin, and eternal life in Jesus. He already paid for the crime you committed against yourself and your child. He willingly paid the penalty for everything you’ve ever done, every way you’ve ever messed up.
Jesus knows your pain, because He bore it on the cross. Trust Him. Believe in Him. You can make the choice right now to start fresh. To turn away from sin and selfishness. Only in Jesus, will you have forgiveness, fullness, family, and a freedom no one can ever take away.
“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” (John 8:36 ESV)
True freedom of choice comes only from God – the choice to love and obey Him, or not.
Fall leaves spell Christmas in a more meaningful way than snow ever could. Like brightly wrapped packages, their hues speak profoundly of the best Christmas gift of all, the One whose birth we celebrate:
Orange: Like the flames of a fire, God’s holiness, justice, and passionate love for all people burn brightly throughout human history, especially in His promise to send a Savior to the world.
Green: The everlasting One, God the Son, was born as a new baby. For 33 years, Jesus laid aside His glory and lived as a man. He is called Emmanuel, God with us.
Red: Jesus willingly shed His blood for us. Man’s disobedience had brought death to the world, separated us from God, and made us His enemies. We have all done wrong and deserve death. Jesus paid our debt and reconciled us to God.
Bronze: In judgment for their complaining, God sent a plague to Israel during their desert sojourn. God had Moses make a brass serpent and place it on a pole. Those who looked to the pole recovered. In the same way, Jesus was lifted up on a pole, a cross. Those who put their hope and trust in Him are saved from God’s just judgment.
Brown: Burial – Jesus died and was buried in a borrowed tomb. All hope seemed lost.
Gold: On the third day, dawn broke and the Son of God burst from the grave, defeating death, the final enemy. He now sits enthroned in heaven. One day He will return as King of kings and Lord of lords. Every knee will bow and all who have ever lived will admit that He is Lord, to His Father’s glory. Those who refused Him in life will be separated from God forever. Those who belong to Him will cast golden crowns at His feet in worship and thanksgiving.
So you see, we don’t need white Christmases in the Deep South. Fall colors may come late here, but they’re perfect reminders of what Christmas is all about.
© 2014 Jeanne Gowen Dennis