When satan works through "christians" Part 2

I don’t know if it is clear from “When satan works through “christians” (Part 1)” what I believe about abortion.  I believe a person is a person at fertilization.  I believe God already has a beautiful life planned out for them before sperm and egg are joined.  The “theologian” Theodore Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss) has a character Horton (an elephant) who has big ears and can hear the tiniest sounds.  After investigating a speck, that others thought had no life, Horton found life and declared, “A person’s a person, no matter how small.”  He was persecuted for defending life.

When does a person become a person?

Is it when the Supreme Court declares it is? (Not until born).  Is it when the baby can survive on its own? (That changes when technology changes).  When it has a heart beat (18 days?), fingerprints, or brain function? (Less than 10 weeks?).

When do you say?

The most honest answer from a staunch pro-abortionist I have heard is, “I don’t know.”  I said, “then if you don’t know if it is a person or not, wouldn’t it makes sense to say, ‘I don’t know if you are a person or not, just in case you are a person, I’m not going to kill you.’ ”

That is how I feel about abortion, not the people involved.

If a woman doesn’t know Jesus she can feel desperately alone with her decision.  She doesn’t know where help can come from.  The father may be pressuring her to end the baby’s life in order to escape his responsibility to the mother and his child.  She may not know that there are non-judgmental, loving Christians who will help her.  She may only know the condemnation of hate-filled, “christians” who are following satan (who only say they are Christians but do not know His love.  And the doctor almost certainly doesn’t know Jesus, and cannot share Jesus’ desire for the baby’s life.

Jesus does not judge these desperate people.  He died for them.  He loves them.  And I do too.  But His heart is grieved over what they have chosen to do with his unwelcome gift of a child.

Before I knew Jesus I honestly did not know when a person became a person.  What those-who-don’t-know-Jesus need is our love, not condemnation.

As the song so beautifully says, It is Your kindness that brings us to repentance, O Lord, knowing that you love us, no matter what we do, makes us want to love You too.

 

Author: james bruce mcnaughton

I became Seriously Mentally Ill at age 18, ten years later I got and took the right meds, I accepted Jesus, and my recovery began.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Recuperation

Just a reflection of me.......

Just Keith Harris

Writings and Ramblings, Thoughts and Theology | Musings and Meanderings with Words

Be Inspired..!!

Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..

Subdued Flamboyance

Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder

WordPress.com News

My relationship with Jesus, my relationship with Mental Illness, and the combination of both

Unshakable Hope

"All of creation will be shaken and removed, so that only unshakable things will remain." (Hebrews 12:27)

EttingerWriting.com

Stories, features, articles of writer and author David Ettinger.

Reality Decoded

Making Clear What Is Hidden In Plain Sight

Renard's World

My Personal Space On The Web To Post Anything That Tickles My Fancy

A New Life

Thoughts On Lessons Learned

Feeding On Jesus

Bread from Heaven, Fresh from God's oven!

Mental Health @ Home

A safe place to talk openly about mental health & illness

knitting with heart

. . . luv 'n stitches for our tired old world

Pearls & Swine

Bringing Hope & Healing to Targets of Abusive Leadership in Christian Organizations

Divided We Fall

Bipartisan dialogue for the politically engaged

Stories I've Never Told...

(...and some I have)

%d bloggers like this: