Will you walk with me?

 

Have you walked the halls of the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC?  It is a place you only visit once or twice in your lifetime because the truth of what happened to the Jewish people in Nazi German is too heavy, too painful, too evil to bear looking at more than a few times. The second time I visited the Holocaust Museum, I was a German exchange student, and we walked through weeping. She had never seen the horrors her countrymen; her grandfather had participated in displayed like this. It was almost too much to handle.  We left the piles of forgotten shoes, and dental fillings and the hallways covered in photos of the beautiful Jewish faces whose lives ended far too early with heavy hearts and puffy wet eyes. After a long while of walking in silence, we sat down and talked about forgiveness, healing and good triumphing over evil. It was painful, but it was good and right to look at the truth of what had happened. 

If you are pro-choice or are just beginning to see your place and responsibility in defense of life, I ask you to take a walk similar to the one my German friend and I took but this time through the Holocaust Museum of abortion. Of course, there is no building to walk through, no photos and accounts of the lives cut short. We, unfortunately, will never know stories of the over 60 million lives lost because they did not have a chance to live them. But you can learn about the amazing neonatal technology keeping babies alive outside of the woman as young as twenty-two weeks. You can watch ultrasounds of babies sucking their thumbs at nine weeks gestation. You can look at photographs and videos of the aborted babies and witness for yourself if you see a human baby or only tissue. You can read about the techniques used to perform abortions. You can listen to the stories of women who have aborted and the pain and grief they live with every day.  You can listen to the former abortion clinic worker whose eyes opened to the reality of what they were doing day in and day out for their job. You can talk to mothers like me who chose life for their special needs child diagnosed in the womb and hear about the joy we receive from him every day.  And after you have walked through this Holocaust museum talk to me, we can cry together and then talk about forgiveness, healing and good triumphing over evil. 

My hope is that is less than twenty years abortion will be illegal in the United States, and the truth of this industry will be in our Grandchildren's history books. The books will tell of the over 60 million babies whose lives were snuffed out, of money made off the selling of human body parts, of poor and black populations being targeted by the abortion industry and of the backward science produced to prove the fetus was not human.  It will be written down as the greatest genocide every recorded in human history.  I imagine one day as a Grandmother sitting in my kitchen and being approached by one of my teenage Granddaughters; she will look into my eyes with tears in her own and ask me where was I when the babies were killed. I want to be able to look her in the eyes and say, I was right beside them. I want to tell her I was defending them, fighting for them, sacrificing for them. I want to say I gave sacrificially to organizations who were loving women by helping them choose life when they saw no other way but abortion. I want to tell her how we volunteered at the local children's home and gave money to those who were adopting to support those who were choosing life for their children. I want to say I spoke and wrote about the reality of what was happening and tried to bring the truth into the light.  I want to let her know I contacted my government officials and asked them to stand for life. I want to say I stood outside abortion clinics praying and loving the women who were going inside, no matter their decision.  I want to tell her I voted for candidates who had pro-life records and pro-life agendas. I want to say that I marched at our state and national capitals reminding our elected officials we were not going anywhere until these lives gained protection. I want to tell her I loved on and cared for the post-abortive woman and helped them find forgiveness.  I want to say I made babies and adopted babies to show the world children have great value.  I want to be able to tell her I got on my knees often and asked God to remove the scales from the eyes of my countrymen who were taking the lives of our children. 

My sister Natalie Hickman wrote this, and I find it so painfully true, "I have been struck recently, about how personal abortion is. Never before in all of human history were holocausts or genocides so personal. I think that's why it is so hard to change hearts and minds. Mothers killing their children is as personal as it gets. And so many are complicit: boyfriends, husbands, mothers, fathers, grandfathers, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, best friends, co-workers, counselors. How many people does it take to get an abortion? Rarely just one. Abortion is intensely personal. For the guilty to see what they have done takes immense courage, it takes a willingness to face the pain of what has been done and what is lost- great healing comes from this but at great personal cost."

If you choose to walk through the "abortion holocaust museum" with me, I want you to know I walk with you, learning and receiving conviction from the Holy Spirit as I go. I have a plank to pull from my eye concerning my part in abortion. I have not always stood with these babies as I should have the last nineteen years of my adult life. I am learning and growing in grace as I find my voice and place in this fight for life. Please hear me say for those seeking forgiveness there is no condemnation coming from my lips or heart for those who have aborted; there is no condemnation to those who have assisted in abortion, there is no condemnation for those like me who have been too silent. What there is, is love, a deep, deep love born out of recognition of my sin and hand in the abortion holocaust. I am not guiltless but oh thanks to Jesus I am forgiven and I am taking this message of hard truth and love and forgiveness where ever I go.

When your grandchild sits in your kitchen one day not too far off and asks you where you were when the abortions took place what answer will you have for them? Will you be able to hug them and weep with them and tell them the steps you took to end it? Will you be able to talk about forgiveness, healing and good triumphing over evil? Will you be able to say that you stood with these children?  I pray and hope with all my heart you will be able to do just that.

Rachel Baxter