It blew my
mind last week as I read the story of the woman who stole the baby right out of
another woman’s belly, injuring the woman severely and killing the baby. What is the world coming too? Then when I heard that she quite possibly
wouldn’t be convicted of murder because the baby wasn’t considered a viable
human being yet, I shuttered to wonder what our legal system was coming
too. This following a year of brutality
and murder and political unrest and infidelity and naked celebrities bums
plastered all over the internet and part of me wanted to just scream, scream at
the top of my lungs, “It’s enough!” But
today when I read about the bill in NYC that quite possibly could become law to
abort babies in third term, I was ready to throw in the towel. I am, and will always be, anti-abortion. You can judge me all you want. I don’t care if the baby is only seconds into
its creation, unless God steps in to end the pregnancy on His own, it is never,
I repeat never alright. Some situations
are sad and horrible and I cannot even imagine the pain behind them, be
whatever they are, but that unfortunately can be life and it is never someone’s
right, no matter how sad or hard or unplanned or inconvenient to decide for another
human being, just barely a few cells splitting or 50 years into mortality whether
or not they are a mistake or should live.
That is only, only up to God.
That being said, even those people who believe in early term abortion
have got to see the wrong in this. When
you have to inject a fetus’ heart with poison to kill it before delivering it,
because if you delivered that baby at that time it would almost always live on its
own, without the help of anything, that is murder. No one, not even those who believe in
abortion can say any differently without all out lying.
So where
does the world go now? I look back at my
childhood and see the things, hard things, evil things that were coming
about. My mom would talk about how much
easier of a time it was for her as a child than we had it then. I’ve watched my kids and thought the same
thing, “Wow, it was so much easier of a time for me when I was a kid,” but as
swiftly as things change and as horribly as wickedness spreads, it spreads even
faster than years of past. When one
pebble rolls and a piece of mud clings to it, it slowly gets larger, as another
roll in the mud grabs hold it grows larger still, as this great big ball of mud
gains speed and proportion it grows faster still, and the time will come when
there is more mud to be seen than green spots of grass. Tomorrow will be even harder for my children
than today. No longer is each generation
growing in wickedness but each year is, and soon it will be each month is, then
each day, then hour, until I wonder if anything will be shocking any more.
When can
Christ come? When can the world end, and
burn, and renew and only goodness rein?
When oh when? I know it is
soon. More than it has ever been it is
soon. You cannot look around you and see
the great sin and immoral acts that are condoned and even celebrated as they
are in the world today and not know that it is soon. How I look forward to that day. But soon, to a world that has been thousands
of years in the making may or may not be in my lifetime. What is a couple hundred years to
thousands? I cannot give in to waiting,
because that great tomorrow when finally the world can let out a big sigh of
relief when finally sin is wiped away may not quite be my tomorrow, but the
Lord’s in His own eternal timeline of things tomorrow. And so, I, in all the stress and turmoil and
unrest of today, will find joy, even if only in my own home, and I, in all the
stress and turmoil and unrest of today, will do all I can to spread that joy to
others in the horrible, but still beautiful, world around me.
You see, Satan
most certainly has not thrown in the towel.
Heck no! He has amped up his
workout and I will do the same. God
doesn’t want me to be sad. “Men are that
they might have joy,” and that doesn’t say, “Except in the last days when the
world will be too wicked and neighbor will hurt neighbor and leaders will
destroy nations. Then it will be too
hard and then Men are that they might suffer through it all and know that only
when the world ends and Christ comes again can Men be that they might have joy.” No, Men are that they might have joy, even
now, especially now.
I can laugh,
and smile and giggle even with all the horrible that is and I can smile at a
complete stranger and share a pleasant conversation with the man or woman at
the checkout line, or passing on the sidewalk, or at a job that I have never
met before and brighten their moment a little even if the person behind me is
cussing and swearing up a storm, because I can be that little light in that
storm that brings about that “Men are that they might have joy,” if even just
for a moment.
Last night,
Jason, Jenny, Nan and I went out to grab a quick bite to eat after Miss Nephi
practice and the run through of sound that Jason does for that for the last
several years. It had been a very busy week
last week with uncountable amount of gigs in the books and a million other
things. We were all running very low on
sleep for four or five days now and throw in the stress that is in our home
with trying to sell said home, and as we all sat down at a table at our local
Burger King, it was like a huge stalled breath was released and for a moment
all stress just washed away. I giggle
thinking back to those very unfortunate people in Burger King who had to listen
as the craziness that is our giggle fest and days story telling fest and silly
memory retelling fest unfolded in a very public place such as that, but it was
amazing how suddenly everything was alright again, and even more, happy again
as we took a moment to set cares aside, and laugh as a family, loud and disturbing
as we might have been. I’m sure all of
those patrons will go home and tell their tale of woe, of how they had to give
up a peaceful meal to listen to that crazy redheaded family giggle and laugh
with one another, but I assure you, that joy was much needed and the stress had
to be let to wash away at that time more than anyone could ever know but us.
I felt it
then, and I will try to understand it more in others as I maybe see the little
bit of commotion, joyful commotion, that maybe from time to time needs to seep
out in very public places, and hopefully I will remember last night and instead
of rolling my eyes, hopefully I will smile with them and understand their need
to find joy in and amongst the evil stressful world that we live in.
And if you
were there last night, trying so desperately to eat a peaceful meal at a little
town that you passed through on your way home, hopefully you too will smile and
know that we were just grabbing a little bit of joy along our stressful way and
hopefully you will find some joy in your day in remembering ours. And if tomorrow comes and it feels too hard
and part of you wants to sigh, while the other part of you wants to cry, grab
someone next to you, smile with them, laugh with them, forget your stress just
for a moment, and you might be surprised just how much joy you have shared with
them along your way.
