Monthly Archives: January 2014

Babies Are Murdered Here


I have recently had the honor of previewing the documentary: Babies Are Murdered Here. I had seen the preview, and was personally anxious for the film’s release, I was hoping it would be a profound wake up call to the church in America.

After viewing the film with my husband, We were convicted anew of the importance of our need to take action about the holocaust going on in our own backyards. I remember my shock and the many tears I shed over the Gosnell trial. (It is briefly discussed in this film.) That was the first moment I realized just what abortion really is. In our comfortable lives it is easy to think of abortion in sterilized terms, an evil, but one that has nothing to do with ME. As one woman says in the film: “I don’t believe in abortion, so I don’t have one.”

Babies Are Murdered here successfully dispels that apathy, by bringing to light not only by calling abortion what it is, but by giving concrete examples of godly men and women who are living out scripture in regards to the “widows and orphans” who we see at the clinics.

I strongly advise Christians to view this film and ask themselves what they are doing about the murder in our midst? We’ve become so apathetic and comfortable with the status quo, and relegated abortion to a political, social, or religious issue. We’ve forgotten what it is: Murder. The premeditated shedding of innocent blood.

In the days following my own realization of what abortion really is, instead of seeing it as an issue removed from my comfortable world, I too felt what one of the men in the video stated when he spoke of how horrible, unthinkable, and strange that in the same industrial park was a daycare, and an abortion clinic. Parents driving past with their children not realizing, caring, or knowing that less than a mile away from where their precious children played, another father and mother’s unwanted child is murdered for money.
Having now spent time on the sidewalk, having seen the darkness there, at our local clinic, I don’t know why I did not know before? Why are churches comfortable with baby bottle collections, and checks written out to local pregnancy centers to stand in the place of our own action? These things are not bad, but they have done nothing to stem the tide 41 years later. Children are still put to death across our nation for the crimes of not being wanted, well, or convenient.
Why have we allowed this horror to become an afterthought, one that we only mention in church one Sunday a year, and then pat ourselves on the back for voting for a “Pro Life candidate” last election?

This is not enough.

The movie also addresses the wide swathe the word “Pro Life” covers. Anywhere from people who wish for abortion to be ended now, to those who think there ought to be allowances and exceptions, those who think that there IS a time and a place that babies ought to be ripped from their mother’s wombs, and murdered.

But there is never such a time and place.

With a gentle, loving, and compassionate spirit, this film gets to the heart of the matter: What does scripture say? What does faithful ministry look like? WHY is the gospel important in a fight against our national evil?
And most importantly:

Why are we so silent?

In closing, I URGE every Pastor, Teacher, Elder, and Christian to view this. If I had my heart’s desire, churches would view this as a group and then together address the question: What can/should/MUST we do about this evil in our midst?

Lastly, I invite anyone in my area, to join us as we minister outside our local abortion clinic. We need things for blessing bags, tracts, and desperately need folks bold enough to speak, stand and hold signs, or simply pray while we address this evil in our own backyard. If you want to hear more about abortion in our area, please check out Titus 2 Abolitionist Society on facebook.
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John 15 is for Mamas

John 15 is for Mamas

John 15 is for Mamas (and everyone, really, but Mamas, take heart.)

I was thinking this morning, admittedly envious, of my sister’s ability to enjoy Israel for Christmas, for New Years. Amazing pictures are coming back of her fantastic exploits. Digging in cisterns to find preserved tiles and pottery that have laid like hidden treasure for millenia. Rings, of untold ancient beauty that were unearthed, tried on, enjoyed, and then handed over, like the treasures they are, to be shared with all.

I have to admit to suffering from the green monster of jealousy at times, seeing my sister’s “carefree life”. She is 32, single, and has enjoyed a bit of freedom and financial security, and a stable career. She is not held down by a husband whom she must please, or children she must care for. She has the ability to serve in a variety of ways in her church and community, and has been the enthusiastic participant of many ministry endeavors, from missions trips to playing piano faithfully in her church, to sponsoring needy children, and taking jaunts around the world periodically. From my standpoint the grass is periodically greener, although she will tell you, her life is not without its own difficulties, and struggles.

In stark contrast, I am at home. Changing diapers. Wiping noses. solving bickering, tattling, and finding lost toys. The excitement of my life pretty much is a mastered recipe, or bundling up in 30 seconds or less to help my husband get his car out of a ditch JUST in time for him to make it to work for 5:30am.  Yes. I live on the… ahem. WILD SIDE.  I am just THAT exciting.
And yes, I chose this. Eyes wide open. I had a chance to have “it all” a career, a husband, children, school. Having it all was having nothing, really. I was unhappy trying to have both things, Motherhood, AND what my sister has. Stretched in so many directions. Unable to enjoy or really throw myself into anything, because no matter which I was doing at the moment (Mom, wife, career, school) I was always wishing I could do another.

So, I felt jealous. How come she gets to have all of the fun, do all of the travel, and I’m ordained by God to wipe noses? I felt a bit defeated. I will NEVER travel, will I? *panic* I’ll die having only seen a package of WIPES, and a smelly diaper pail! My longest travel will be the 5 miles I drive to babysit my nephews! My most exciting adventure will be shattering a hip trying to sled with the kids in the backyard!
But this popped into my head:
“Greater love has no man than this, than that he lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13)

John 15 isn’t just about Jesus discussing his future. He is giving us a command. To follow his example and lay our lives down. God has called me to lay down my life for my family. That, in my case, means giving up on many things I once thought I would have. Things I still want sometimes. My sacrifice is nowhere near as dear as Christ’s, but, meagre as it is, it is an honor to sacrifice this life to teach my children about him.

Mamas, John 15 is for YOU. Read it, the WHOLE thing, and think about what God has called you to do? How God has called you to love.
“I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5)
This is NOT something we’ve been told to go and do alone, God has provided us with the victory in Christ to do what we would not, could not do alone!
“By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.” (John 15:8-11)
That our joy may be FULL! We have full joy in doing what God has planned for our lives! And I DO have full joy in my children. Why do I feel discontent? Because I’ve allowed myself to think that if only *I* could plan my life, I could come up with something better than what God has ordained for me.
But I’m wrong.
Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you;
bind them around your neck;
write them on the tablet of your heart.
So you will find favor and good success in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.
Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil.
It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones.” (Proverbs

Mamas, as you lay down your life for your children daily, remember where God has placed you is important Kingdom work. What we do has generational and eternal significance. I am working to obey God in shaping the next generations of my family. God has placed me in a job where I must proclaim the gospel daily. What I do may impact how my grandchildren are raised, and if my great grandchildren are working to advance the Kingdom. Though it may seem mundane, it is these ordinary things that shape my children’s knowledge of God. Charles Spurgeon said:
“Yet I cannot tell how much I owe to the solemn words of my good mother. It was the custom, on Sunday evenings, while we were yet little children, for her to stay at home with us, and then we sat round the table, and read verse by verse, and she explained the Scripture to us. After that was done, then came the time of pleading; there was a little piece of Alleine’s Alarm, or of Baxter’s Call to the Unconverted, and this was read with pointed observations made to each of us as we sat round the table; and the question was asked, how long it would be before we would think about our state, how long before we would seek the Lord. Then came a mother’s prayer, and some of the words of that prayer we shall never forget, even when our hair is grey. I remember, on one occasion, her praying thus: “Now, Lord, if my children go on in their sins, it will not be from ignorance that they perish, and my soul must bear a swift witness against them at the day of judgment if they lay not hold of Christ.”

Take heart Mamas, in laying down your life for your children, what you are doing, although it seems like lowly hard work, you are doing something precious, vastly important, and lasting. Soldier on Mama.

And as for my sister, I will endeavor to enjoy her exploits with contentment in the ones God has given me, and to rejoice with her as she enjoys the one that God has given her.
And I shall hope, that when the hard dirty work of these early years is done, that I will be blessed with many new ways to serve God.  I will remember the example of women before me who served without expectation of returns, or adventures, but laying down their lives selflessly for their children in imitation of our great Savior.

God Bless Mamas. May he keep you, and hold you up as you go about the difficult work of Motherhood.