This past week, the Supreme Court voted not to block Texas’ heartbeat bill. This, in effect, has made abortion in Texas illegal after the first heartbeat of the baby in the womb is heard…usually around the 6th week of pregnancy.
Against the backdrop of yelling protestors –
I was looking at my own backdrop at home, which consisted of all Aaron’s bedding after his seizures earlier Friday morning.
And dear Aaron recovering from those seizures as he slept on the couch.
My mother’s heart was drawn to Aaron in his struggles.
But my mother’s heart was also drawn to all the many babies who have not had the chance to live, no matter how difficult their lives may have been.
There is a choice that is seldom addressed when most people talk about “choice” as it is defined today.
It’s the choice that Joshua talked about when Israel was going into the land that God had given them. He told Israel to choose that day whom they would serve – the one true God, or one of the false gods worshipped by the peoples in the land around them.
Either way, they would choose a deity to worship. They would worship God, or they would worship a non-god…a pagan god.
“Joshua calls Israel to ‘serve Yahweh’ (Joshua 24:14). But if Israel will not serve Yahweh, they must at least serve some god(s). He presses Israel to the wall; they must come down somewhere. If not Yahweh, the real historical God, then they must choose either the ancestral Mesopotamian gods or the contemporary Amorite ones. The conservatives who were fond of tradition, of what had stood the test of time, who yearned for the ‘faith of our fathers’, might vote for Mesopotamia. The liberals with their yen for relevance, for being in step with the times, might prefer to identify (as an act of goodwill) with the current social milieu and enter into dialogue and worship with the Amorites. But you must choose; if not Yahweh, then take your pick from ‘these dunghill deities’ (Matthew Henry).” (Dale Ralph Davis)
Do you see the issue here?
Do you see the issue for our culture today?
My choice!
My choice which god I will serve.
For in making the choice to reject Jehovah God, you ARE making a choice to serve whatever pagan god fits your lifestyle.
We all serve and worship someone or something.
My choice to worship God will then dictate my other choices in life.
My choices FOR life.
For no matter how many silly arguments are made condoning abortion, we all know that something inside that woman is alive and growing.
And if nothing else, modern technology has shown us that what is growing in her womb is a human baby with a functioning heart at only several weeks old.
Psalm 139 tells us that God has woven that baby together in his mother’s womb. She is fearfully – reverently – and wonderfully made by God Himself!
So how do I explain our Aaron, born with special needs?
I can’t.
But I can explain that as for me and Gary, we have chosen to serve the Lord.
With all my body and soul and heart, I have chosen to trust almighty God to make the right decisions for me and for my son.
My body is not mine.
My choice is not mine.
I belong to God and His choice is all that matters.
And because I know Him and trust Him, I know that our Aaron whom he created is made just the way that God allowed and designed.
I walk in peace. I don’t need all the answers to do that.
I only need to choose…GOD!
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