Matthew 10:28 (NIV) Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy
both soul and body in hell.
I have naturally struggled at times with my own past decision to let my wee baby die early, rather than bring him to term and have invasive procedures take over his short lifespan—a
life that would have limited contact with me and those others who loved him, and a life incapable of ever knowing that love. A brief life of pain and no immunity.
We craddled him and loved him while we could, without
his life being invaded by machines prolonging the inevitable.
As discussed in a previous post, I believe there is no excuse for abortion. The fact remains, however, that we live in a disordered
The lesson that rises furthermost in my heart from our encounter with the abortion challenge is that there is something worse than killing the body—it is the killing of the soul.
Of this we are all guilty to some extent. We have all held back that life-giving act of kindness, or oxygenating smile of friendship. We have not always provided a sheltered environment where a young soul could thrive, free from gossips disease
and a strangulating discord winding around an innocent’s neck. We have all been guilty of turning our face away from others aborting actions, placing the scenes in the too-hard bucket along with their souls.
The fact is that we are all designed (for a time) to overlap into each other’s lives. We cannot survive as an ongoing body of people without another being nurtured within. By law of nature, we should have no ability to alter this beautiful
intersection. God has designed us to provide safe haven for the young, just as we could only grow in this same manner in our formative years by being sheltered in a life-sustaining place. Look around you. You can clearly see those who have not had this chance.
They are the walking dead. They are the aborted. And though satan holds the knife, we are the hands he uses.
Yet these beautiful individuals, unlike the poor bucket-disposed babies whose souls are
in God’s hands, have the chance to be brought to life again. We were all dead at one time. What a priviledge He gave us!
Make your determined purpose to know Him more. And then know Him even more,
and more again. Know Him and your witness of Him will be your witness of Him. I hardly comprehend His being, but I know my life purpose is set out to try. How far into your intersecting relationship with your creator would you go if you knew you could
not fall? He cannot let us fall.
Be the blood-pumping cord that feeds into other’s lives. Be the oxygen rich blood which flows from your actions for
souls to breathe from. Be the warm smile that maintains a constant temperature capable of sustaining life. Be who you were called to be by Him!