If you read what I write here, know that I hate having to write it. I hate having to think through the words and ideas to make a statement on this subject. I hate reading the article and the accompanying links to understand what was done here. I hate this subject - and I wish I did not have to talk about it ever again.... But I do. Right now, I can't not say something about this.
In regards to this article - what's the right emotion for this? I honestly don't know. Anger? Heartbreak? Grief at what we will do to our own children? Certainly not indifference. Yet I think that is where so many are on this. To write 'whole pancreas, woo hoo!'... what must one have lost of one's moral compass to write those words?
I remember reading about Unit 731, a Japanese research facility during WWII, where horrific tortuous experiments were carried out on live subjects (look it up, words cannot express it). I remember reading the testimony of one of the doctors responsible for the vivisections, Dr. Ken Yuasa. He is recorded as saying “I was afraid during my first vivisection, but the second time around, it was much easier. By the third time, I was willing to do it,”
If some country were doing the equivalent of Unit 731 today and word got out, the international community would not cease till it was shut down and those responsible held accountable. Why do we turn such a blind eye to this?
Abortion is an evil in our day that I pray one day will be seen by the public for what it really is. The ending of millions of lives.
The details in this journal and the accompanying literature (link provided in the article) are too horrific to read in full detail.
It is so easy to keep the face off of this - to talk about it in sterile terms - 'clump of cells', even 'fetus'. These are children. These are OUR children. There are 3000 abortions a day in the US alone. That is like 9-11 happening.... every. day. It must end.
I understand that this is hard, many of us have close friends, family, even ourselves may have had abortions in the past. I understand it's desirable these days to avoid talking about the harsh reality to avoid the condemnation. But not talking about it in frank language - using euphemisms and speaking-around-the-bush just lets people continue thinking this can be justified, it can be swept under the rug, it can be forgotten, and we don't have to talk about it.
But it happens, and countless many women who have gone through it are torn up inside about it despite our culture's best efforts to paint whitewash on the graves. But also if we don't talk about it for what it is, if we miss the depth of the true impact of this act of taking a life, we also cannot then talk about the hope there is for those who have gone through this. The hope found in Jesus Christ. The God-man who, when he was being killed himself, thought first to ask for forgiveness for those who were killing him. There is forgiveness in Jesus Christ, he has forgiven my horrible sins, all of them. He stands ready to forgive the sins of any who come to Him in repentance and call on Him, whether those sins include abortion or not. He is mighty to save.