Abortion does not think about the future. Seventy-six million baby boomers may soon realize that their lives might become a burden because 53 million people who would have supported an aging population were aborted. That’s an economic nightmare.
But, there’s a more personal side to this nightmare. Each one of the 53 million boys and girls who have been aborted in the U.S. alone since 1973 had a name. “. . . I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are Mine” (Isaiah 43:1b).
Abortion drops a name placed upon a unique and treasured person. It is a name known by God before all eternity for all eternity. It is the name of a boy or girl who would have impacted this world in ways we’ll never know.
Abortion drops a name from a teacher’s grade book; from 4-H or Boy Scouts or junior olympics; from schools of music, agriculture, and medicine; from the consumer index and first-time home ownership; from the tax rolls; from marriage, parenthood, and genealogies.
Abortion drops a name from baptism, confirmation, and the mission field.
There is an emptiness when a name is dropped by abortion. Women from every neighborhood, family, and congregation who’ve suffered the loss of an aborted child would explain this if only we’d listen. That’s because a mother knows a child created and named by God can never be replaced.
God named each one of this nation’s 53 million aborted children. For each one He had a future and hope. Even though each would have been born into sin, God had for them a robe of righteousness because of what Jesus did on the Cross for them. Our world is less because these children are not with us. Our world suffers when people created for purpose and called by name are considered “untimely,” “inconvenient,” or “fearful.”
But, God has also named every mother who feared her child; who failed to see her child’s future and hope; who, deceived by other voices, doubted that God is good and can be trusted in every circumstance. He waits with open arms for each mother with a broken and repentant heart.
[M]y strengthen was dried up . . . I acknowledged my sin to You . . . and You forgave the iniquity of my sin” (Psalm 32:4b-5).
Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool” (Isaiah 1:18).
Woman . . . neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more” (John 8:10-11).
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