I have read many posts regarding the NYC abortion decision.  I wish I were surprised, but I am not. This has been peeking over the horizon for some time and I admit I’m likely in deep mourning.

 

I am almost rendered speechless as I tip toe into the heart of Christ to sit and listen. I feel the heavy pounding of His heart. I can’t seem to find any words. He knew it would come. He has been warning us. History is repeating itself where a nation turns from God and, as proven by historical accounts, He always intervenes, eventually. The blood of the innocent cry out to Him and He hears. His very creation silenced by man. A destiny halted. A birth stilled. A bearer of the image of God erased. The most vulnerable and defenseless of society lay lifeless somewhere….but there is a God whose eye is forever watching and one day He shall be seen…and heard.

 

I quietly offer a muffled question, “What do we do Lord?”

 

“Fulfill your ministry,” He says. “Put your hand to the plow and prepare for the harvest.” I felt a deep righteous indignation rise up in me wanting to hurl a mountain of accusation over today’s news….But then I saw His heart. This compassionate Savior of mine mourns a world that cannot see Him, let alone obey Him. “Forgive them for they know not what they do.”

 

With a resolve, He focused me on those still in need of forgiveness as I whispered, “Yes, sir…” and was dismissed.

 

I crept back from my closet and resumed my assignments. I left there with an assurance that Christ is a God of Recompense and He will raise His hand of justice, one way or another. I can leave it to Him.

 

So I leave my mourning with Him and I continue in the work He has called me to: To a love that draws intensely one to Christ. For I have seen intimately a Savior who spent hours loving me well and whispering kindness to my heart. He grabbed my hand and showed me a better way. Yet, while I was still in my sin, He loved me and died for me.

 

There is much to be done and time is growing shorter and shorter. He reminds me of many hearts needing forgiveness for poor choices, knowledge of a love that will fill them full and give them eternal life, and broken hearts so wounded they don’t even understand what they long for Is Him….so this calls me to a position of grace. As the world approaches changes that are hard to swallow, we must be careful our anger does not spew out like deadly venom keeping those in need too ashamed to ask for help. You would be surprised how many are suffering silently from a condemnation that drives them to anxiety, depression, or suicide. They are hopeless and need to hear there is a way to redemption and a blood washing that can make every sin fall into a sea of forgetfulness.

 

We must be careful that we do not build walls of self-righteousness as we point out the sin of a lost world in the midst of an apathetic Church. He is clear on this. May we refrain from labels lest we find one attached to ourselves. Laodicea. Ichabod. Need I go on?

 

I grieve the losses. It feels at times the enemy is winning, but we know different. Yet, our response to evil must not breed more evil. We have onlookers wondering if they have gone too far into sin to turn back. We have pained hearts self-medicating to cope with inner wars and we have sin burdened people who need to be shown the light that calls them to a life of freedom and new birth. We have the answer to the people’s pain. Where every sinner is offered a new beginning. Let us be cautious that we do not burn a bridge that another is trying to cross.

 

Am I saddened by the verdict, of course. Do I believe it is sin, yes. But we have two choices here, Church….. spend hours reeling over this terrible news or get serious about pouring your life out as a drink offering. I’m choosing the latter.

 

FULFILL…YOUR…MINISTRY