“And when I passed by you, and saw you polluted in your own blood, I said unto you when you were in your blood, Live; yea, I said unto you when you were in your blood, Live” (Ezekiel 16:6).
This prophecy through the prophet Ezekiel was to show Israel her pathetic spiritual condition, but when we examine the imagery, we see it literally describes and speaks to an unwanted baby:
“As for your birth, in the day you were born, your navel was not cut, neither were you washed in water to supple you. You were not salted at all, nor swaddled at all. No eye pitied you to do any of these unto you, to have compassion upon you. But you were cast out in the open field to the loathing of your person, in the day you were born” (Ezekiel 16:1-5).
This child was unwanted and abandoned immediately after birth. There was no gentle cutting of its umbilical cord by a loving father, and no gentle washing by a loving nurse. In those days, and in some Middle Eastern countries still today, a baby’s skin was carefully wiped with salt, because salt is an antiseptic. They had no modern medicines to remove bacteria and germs.
This child was not swaddled—No one wrapped it in a warm fleecy blanket, placed it on its mother’s breast and said, “Here’s your little boy—your little girl.” Swaddling a baby is still practiced in Italy, and is becoming popular in America. There are videos on YouTube demonstrating how it’s done. The baby is snuggly wrapped with its arms to its side, because swaddling makes a baby feel safe and eases the only fear a newborn has—the fear of falling.
None of this was done for this baby, but it was cast into the field in the land of death, to die in its own blood. We hear stories all the time of newborns being thrown away, stuffed in trash bags, thrown into dumpsters, flushed down the toilet, their umbilical cords still attached. Worst of all, are the garbage bags labeled “hazardous waste” filled with aborted babies and baby parts, some ripped from the warm safety and comfort of their mothers’ wombs by scissors and forceps; others suctioned out by a machine, dismembering and crunching their little bones.
The young mother-to-be is told that it’s not really a baby—“It’s just a blob of tissue—a wad of flesh.” Except now their body parts are being sold as human organs to bio labs. How can they be both? If they’re human body parts, then it’s a baby, and if it’s a baby, then it is infanticide.
God said: “But when I saw you, abandoned, unwanted, and left to die in your own blood, I said, Live! I said, Live!” This is doubled for emphasis: God’s intention is for life! God is not pro-choice—He is pro-life!
David wrote: “For you have covered me in my mother’s womb. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. My substance was not hidden from you when I was made in secret, and in your book all my members were written, when as yet there was none of them” (Psalm 139:13-16).
Old Testament Child Sacrifice
“You shall not offer your seed to pass through the fire to Molech” (Leviticus 18:21).
Molech was the god of the Ammonites aka Chemosh to the Moabites. A brass statue with the face of a calf, his arms extended out as though he were going to embrace those who came near. A cavity in his belly was filled with fire which heated the brass extremely hot. As sacrifice to this god, babies were passed through the fire onto its burning arms as the flames rose up. Drums were beat loudly to drown out the infants’ screams. All the pagan nations of Canaan practiced this horrific worship. When Israel entered into the Promised Land from the wilderness, God commanded them to destroy all these nations, and this was a major reason why. We cringe at the thought of such barbarous acts, but killing a baby in its mother’s womb is just as barbarous, heinous, and wicked. It is infanticide. The difference is, they killed the babies after they were born. Today they kill babies while they are still in the presumed safety of their mothers’ wombs.
Partial-birth abortion is a gruesome procedure which occurs in a woman’s last trimester, when a baby is viable outside the womb. Guided by ultrasound, the abortionist grabs the baby’s leg with forceps and pulls it out into the birth canal. With his hands he delivers the baby’s entire body except for the head. If the head is delivered, it would be a person, and would constitute murder. He jams scissors into the base of the baby’s skull. The scissors are then opened to enlarge the hole. The scissors are removed, and a suction catheter is inserted. The baby’s brains are sucked out, causing its skull to collapse. The dead baby is then removed. It is now known that these babies can feel pain. This monstrous procedure is legal in cases where “the mother’s health is at risk.” But this is deceptive, because the baby could be quickly delivered by cesarean section. Abortionists don’t want us to know abortion actually puts the mother’s health at greater risk.
God commanded Israel there was to be no child sacrifice, and any who did such were to be stoned to death. It was abhorrent, abominable, and would cause His Name to be profaned. Not only were those who committed these atrocities to be put to death, but He would judge those who failed to execute punishment upon them: “And if the people of the land do anyways hide their eyes from the man when he gives of his seed to Molech, and kills him not: Then will I set my face against that man, and against his family, and will cut him off” (Leviticus 20:4-5).
If the people of America hide their eyes—look the other way and say, “It’s up to the courts, it’s up to the judges to do something,” we will have the blood of these innocents on our hands. It’s up to us—“We the people”—We elect our congressman, senators, and president, who appoint and approve the federal judges to the Supreme Court, and who allocate our tax dollars to fund the foundation that not only performs the atrocity of partial-birth abortion, but has mendaciously sold aborted baby body parts, a federal felony, and a gross sin against our Creator.
“Pro-Choice”—A Euphemism
“Yea, they sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto devils. And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood” (Psalm 106:37-38).
Since 1973, America has been polluted with the blood of 60 million innocent babies under the banner “Pro-choice—a woman’s right to choose what she does with her body.” She has the right to choose what she does with her own body, but God says she doesn’t have the right to kill the body of a baby in her womb. She is responsible for the life in her, and no one has the right to take life, but the one who gave it, the Creator.
Make no mistake: The only choice she has is between having a living baby or a dead baby, but either way, she’s going to have a baby!
When Christians vote for candidates who are pro-abortion, they support abortion, and they will answer to God. Politicians call themselves “pro-choice,” but the truth is—this is a euphemism for pro-death. But you’ll never see anyone, especially a politician, use this term. Pro-Choice sounds positive and understanding of women’s rights, and no politician wants to tell a woman, “You don’t have the right to: (fill in the blank).” Don’t tell a woman she can’t do something, even if it’s killing her unborn baby. Politicians are intimidated by the Women’s Rights agenda and will kowtow to their demands, even when it goes against their consciences. They try to ease them by claiming to be pro-choice. Have you ever heard a politician say, or seen a placard say, “Pro-Abortion”? Doesn’t that say something? If it’s not wrong, call it by its name!
America’s birth certificate, The Declaration of Independence, declares: “… all men have been endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” The term unalienable means impossible to be taken away or to be given away by the possessor. It is the unalienable right of a human baby still in its mother’s womb to live. It is not the right of the mother to give away the unalienable right of the child for “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”
While this foundational American document declared all men to be equal and free, we know it was not true for thousands of slaves. It was another hundred years before they were given their unalienable right to liberty as endowed by their Creator, and slavery was abolished. Today, we face another atrocity that also defies the unalienable right to life endowed by their Creator for millions of aborted babies. The Declaration further states: “…wherever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it and to institute a new government.”
The abolition of abortion rests in the hands of the American voters.
A Poem for the Aborted
“In the day you were born…. No eye pitied you…. to have compassion upon you” (Ezek. 16:4-5).
Dear Little One,
You were never coddled and cuddled, swaddled and suppled
With a warm blanket to your chest,
Anointed with baby oil
Nor nursed at a loving breast
You were never kissed on your little fingers,
Or on your ten tiny toes,
Sweetly nuzzled in the soft of your neck,
Or on the button of your nose
No! None of these were done for you!
But you were left in the land of death
No one heard your silent cry, nor felt your failing breath
No one—But I!
But I passed by, says the Lord,
And saw you polluted in your own blood
And I said to you, LIVE—LIVE, Little One!
For My plans for you are good!
Though your mother forsake you, never embrace you,
Nor have mercy on the child of her womb,
I will take you, and gently bear you
To your sacred, unmarked tomb
You weren’t claimed or named, serenaded or celebrated
Your unique footprints weren’t recorded—
What purpose for non–persons like you—
Appointed to be aborted?
They called you a blob of tissue—not a baby
But just a wad of flesh—
With no value or destiny
No right to life, no personhood, no right to be
But every hair on your head is numbered,
In My Book of Life, each one written down
Next to the day you should have been born,
Your DNA is found
So rest peacefully, Little Johnny—Little Jenny,
Your tiny parts in the cradle of the earth
Till resurrection dawning—
The day of your new birth
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