This week the news of the third and now just breaking news, the fourth Planned Parenthood undercover video sting rang through our Facebook feed and several news outlets. The visions of baby parts in a pie dish will not leave my mind. It has sent me to a place of deep intercession and grief that I’ve never experienced. Our nation has sunk to a new low. Some of you felt the same pain I did that nearly took your breath away.
I’m not going to write today about how Planned Parenthood spends our tax dollars. That is for another time. Today I’m sounding an alarm. I’m writing about how America is choosing to deal with this news of legalized baby trafficking. We are walking down a dangerous road and stand ready to repeat history… a history we vowed to never let happen again. This is a wake up call and an alarm to the church.
Tuesday evening I received several emails from Christian friends that went like this:
Dear Monica, I see that Planned Parenthood just released another video. Thanks for letting us all know. I just wanted to tell you, I simply can’t watch the videos. I saw the first one, and I trust you to tell us what is in it. I just simply can’t look at it. It makes me sick.
After I read this, several emotions swirled through my mind. Anger, grief, tears, and back around to anger. These emails reminded me of a story I read one day about the Nazi holocaust and a man from a German church who was faced with the reality of human beings being sent by train out to the death camps. He said this:
I lived in Germany during the Nazi holocaust. I considered myself a Christian. I attended church since I was a small boy. We had heard the stories of what was happening to the Jews, but like most people today in this country, we tried to distance ourselves from the reality of what was really taking place. What could anyone do to stop it?
A railroad track ran behind our small church, and each Sunday morning we would hear the whistle from a distance and then the clacking of the wheels moving over the track. We became disturbed when one Sunday we noticed cries coming from the train as it passed by. We grimly realized that the train was carrying Jews. They were like cattle in those cars!
Week after week that train whistle would blow. We would dread to hear the sound of those old wheels because we knew that the Jews would begin to cry out to us as they passed our church. It was so terribly disturbing! We could do nothing to help these poor miserable people, yet their screams tormented us. We knew exactly at what time that whistle would blow, and we decided the only way to keep from being so disturbed by the cries was to start singing our hymns. By the time the train came rumbling past the church yard, we were singing at the top of our voices. If some of the screams reached our ears, we’d just sing a little louder until we could hear them no more. Years have passed and no one talks about it much anymore, but I still hear that train whistle in my sleep. I can still hear them crying out for help. God, forgive all of us who called ourselves Christians, yet did nothing to intervene.
I’m going to shoot straight with you. We choose the excuse “I just can’t look” for a reason. That reason may not roll off our lips like honey, but just as the church sang louder as the Jews were taken down the tracks, there is a reason we look away.
Why is it?
The reality is, if we look at the baby boy in the pie plate who had been ripped by vacuum from his mother’s womb, the baby boy whose arms and legs are laying beside his brains, we will be responsible to act.
If we choose to look at the baby girl’s liver that was sold to the highest bidder, we have to admit there is something we must do. If we see the reality, we won’t have a choice but to figure out what to do.
It suddenly gets real when we look death in the face. We don’t like that feeling.
You might relate to this in some way. I like to compartmentalize my life. Everything has a place. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. That frees me up to do lots of things! I have a pro-life box in my mind. I’ve always been pro-life. I’ve always attended the marches, held signs while standing in the rain in front of Planned Parenthood, but honestly it was not real for me until I saw that pie plate with the baby parts. Now that part of my brain, (that box) that held the pro-life activism, bled into all the other parts of my life. I am broken.
The Fourth Video was released this afternoon…
“And another boy!” These are words from the same people who lie to women and say it’s a blob of tissue…..
“It’s a baby.” From the mouth of the women with the suction in her hand.
Not only is the pro-life battle real, it’s now personal. Those babies deserve our grief and mourning. When you go to a funeral, there is a reason for an open casket. Seeing the body laying there brings closure and also makes it real. If we don’t look at the horrors of abortion, we unconsciously put it in a “not real” box in our head. It almost turns into a movielike phenomenon. Our brain can play those tricks. If I don’t see it, then it’s not real, so I don’t have to do anything about it.
And we don’t.
We are living in a moment that could literally change history. We are living in a moment where we have an opportunity to stop the killing if we choose to act. Choosing not to look is a cowardly move. The holocaust of babies that have been dismembered deserve your anger. Because when you are angry, you will DO SOMETHING. To stop the killing you NEED TO DO SOMETHING! We need to be angry at the injustice!
We don’t like to be angry. In fact we’ve been taught our whole lives not to be angry! We live in a “feel good, feed me happy thoughts generation.” We would rather post another recipe or puppy picture, sign up for another T-Ball game, or squeeze another meeting into the day then look at the reality of something that would force us to act.
In every social justice movement that’s been won, there has been a moment where the ugliness had to be SEEN before it was stamped out.
I was reminded this morning of the story of Emmett Till. He was an African-American teenager who was murdered when he was 14 years old. He bragged to his friends that he had a white girlfriend, and to prove it, he told them to watch him walk into a diner and flirt with the clerk. As he was leaving the store, he whistled at her. A few days later white men drug him out of his home and beat him to a point of no recognition. They gouged his eyes out, and smashed his face in. His mother could only recognize him because of his clothing.
His mother insisted on having an open casket so the world could see what happened to her son. She wanted the world to look into the ugly face of racism. That was the critical turning point moment of the American Civil Rights Movement.
Another example comes from the movie Amazing Grace. William Wilberforce sacrificed his entire life to fight for the end to slavery. There were times his fight seemed like he was going nowhere. All the politicians played their games as usual. He couldn’t break the glass until he took Parliament members out on what they thought was a nice little day trip that “just happened” to float past the slave ships.
The overwhelming putrid smell of feces and death were enough to break through and get the votes he needed to end the atrocity of slavery. They had to smell it. They had to see it.
It’s time to look it in the face and DO SOMETHING.
There is a reason why abortion is still legal in America. We have turned away from the gruesomeness of it. We are not angry enough to put a stop to it. We think there is nothing we can do. We said we would never let it happen again. We said the holocaust was the end. We even built museums around that promise… yet we allow our own holocaust to take place. We even pay for it! $553,000,000 a year to be exact.
There IS something we can do if we are angry enough.
Did you know the House GOP Leadership sent our congressmen and women home without voting to defund Planned Butcherhood?
Did you know the Senate Leadership and Mitch McConnell decided to play politics and BLOCK the amendment which would have removed our tax dollars from Planned Butcherhood?
What would have happened if there were enough ANGRY people who had watched that video to stand up and say… “Oh no, you are not coming home until you defund this evil place!” What would have happened if there were enough congressmen/women who had sat on the House floor until they were granted a vote. I tell you, they would do this if they had thousands of angry constituents melting their phone lines down.
Did you know network news isn’t covering the story? ABC gave it a whopping 46 seconds. They are hoping there are enough of us who scroll over the graphic videos who won’t do anything. Friends, the more we use our mouth, the more we have the opportunity to bring down this butcher shop. People really don’t know. We MUST become Citizen Journalists and circulate these links every chance we get till the entire world knows what happens behind closed doors. We must give these baby boys and girls a face… a name… a chance.
Did you know the GOP is in a complete tailspin over this issue? Listen to this banter at about minute 3:40.
They don’t want to be bothered with this annoying campaign killer. We need to let them know we SET THE BAR at life. We are watching to see if they give nice little stump speeches, or if they are like William Wilberforce and ready to give their lives for the cause. You have this power. They are terrified of the polls. They are depending on you to be silent so they can be re-elected!
Have you seen the video? Have you watched all three? There are 9 more ready to be released being held hostage by a liberal judge in CA. Have you shared them? Have you called your congressman/woman? Have you gotten on your knees in desperation to God for mercy? It’s not a one or the other option. We need to get serious and use the power we have as a united body to stand for life.
In closing, I feel I need to add this disclaimer:
The ONLY people who should not have viewed these videos are women who have gone through the pain of abortion. They have a different job. Their job is to share their story. There is often a very valid concern within the church, “What if I hurt a woman who has experienced this pain?” That’s valid. Many of our pastors are silent because they have hurting women in their pews. My heart breaks for these women who have been lied to. Every time we talk about the horrors, we need to wrap our arms around the women and say, there is healing at the foot of the cross. We do have a responsibility, not only to the babies, but also to the hurting mothers. There is help for them. They have a place in this battle. Sometimes the wounded warriors speak louder than the tough ones!
I believe we can do both. We have a moment in history. We have never been this close to seeing an end to the shedding of innocent blood. It’s time to put on courage, remove the fear, and face the reality.
It’s time to stop the killing!