Consider the following fictional journal of an unborn child: October 5 - Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, I am as small as a seed of an apple, but it is already determined that I will be a girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes. October 19 - My mouth is just beginning to open now, just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: “Mama!” October 25 - My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire, it will stop and then I shall die. November 2 - I am growing a bit every day, my arms and legs are beginning to take shape, but I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father. November 12 - Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them. November 20 - It wasn't until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom? November 25 - My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don't even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already. December 10 - My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has. December 13 - I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom? December 24 - I wonder if mom hears the whispers of my heart. Some children come into the world a little sick, but my heart is strong and healthy, it beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll have a healthy little girl mom! December 28 - Today my mother killed me.
For years, this country saw abortion as murder. If a woman had her baby killed in this fashion, she was incarcerated, and the community in which she lived was ashamed she lived there. Then the Supreme Court reversed that law in 1973. Now those who oppose a woman’s right to kill her children are considered to be right wing bigots. There is something terribly wrong with a people or nation who cannot see the sin in killing their own babies. God created women so that they would be able to bear children. Furthermore, He provided for the unborn child to be fully protected with a special cushion as part of the mother’s womb. The womb should be the safest place on earth, and yet today, it is the most dangerous.
Here are some world statistics to consider. Abortions are legal in 54 countries of the world. That represents 61% of the world population. Abortions are illegal in 97 countries of the world. That represents 39% of the world population. There are approximately 46 million abortions conducted each year, 20 million of them obtained illegally. There are approximately 126,000 abortions conducted each day.
Here are some United States statistics to consider. Approximately 1,370,000 abortions occur annually in the U.S. 88% of those abortions occur during the first 6 to 12 weeks of pregnancy. 60% of abortions are performed on women who already have one or more children. 47% of abortions are performed on women who have already had one or more abortions. 63% of abortion patients are white, however, black women are more than 3 times as likely to have an abortion, and Hispanic women are 2.5 times as likely. In regards to religion, 43% of women getting an abortion claimed they were Protestant while 27% claimed they were Catholic.
The courts have decided that abortion is legal. However, just because they say it’s legal does not mean that it is RIGHT. Now that you’ve read what man says is “right”; over the next few articles, I’m going to share with you what God says is “right”. In the end, He will have the final say!
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