There's Hope For Todayنموونە

The sentence falls; a common decision; the verdict is final; the order is executed; and life goes on for everyone but the aborted child.

All too often, the courtroom is beyond the reach of those who wish to stop the horrors. The judge’s chambers are locked away deep within a mother’s heart. The sentence imposed is a crime against nature. The defendant pleads “choice,” and a baby is voided.

Where God is forgotten, the innocent suffer. A self-absorbed culture cannot see the truth. The child, though unwanted, is God’s child, too. In my generation, we’ve slaughtered by millions, sons and daughters beloved by the Father. In my generation, judicial barbarians sentence the unborn as Pharaoh did Moses. In my generation, we’re numbed to the violence, but heaven takes note of the killed and the killer.

Pharaoh’s madness resulted in unspeakable horrors. He rose to the level of Hitler and Stalin. We’ve done Pharaoh “one better” with doctor’s approval. We’ve washed out the blood by judicial decree. In four thousand years, darkened hearts still prevail.

Moses was blessed to be born in old Egypt. He may not have survived in the “land of the free.”