A Story of One Unseen Child

Not too long ago…
a beautiful, unique, tiny human life was conceived.

No one knew the exact moment. No one saw it.
But it happened.
He was conceived…
and he was made in the image of Almighty God.

There was no fanfare on earth. No celebration.
But in heaven—God Himself was at work.
Human reproduction is called procreation for a reason.
Yes, a man and a woman come together… but it is God who creates the soul.
He is the Author of life.

And just like no two snowflakes are alike—
this little one was unlike any human being who had ever lived,
or ever would again.

Scientists say that when sperm and egg meet, a flash of light bursts forth.
A spark.
I believe it.
Because the Bible tells us that when the Triune God spoke creation into being, He said, “Let there be light.”
And there was light.
Is it any wonder that when a new human life begins, light flashes again?

But I wish I could tell you this little boy grew safely inside his mother’s womb.
I can’t.

She didn’t want him.
To her, his life was a burden, not a gift.
And in our day, she had the legal right to end his life—
to offer him up on the altar of her imagined better future without him.

I won’t describe the bloody details.
I won’t tell you whether he was sliced and dismembered,
or poisoned,
or torn apart by suction,
or thrust from the womb cold, naked, and alone.
It’s enough to say: no human being should ever die this way.

You would think Christians would rise up to stop this.
But most were too busy.
Too busy preparing for worship services.
Too busy setting up for the Saturday potluck.
Too distracted to weep.

Only a few shed tears.
A few who are called “unhinged” by the world—and by much of the Church.
But these are the ones God has raised up in our day:
the abolitionists.

You’d think all Bible-believing Christians would call for abortion to end immediately and without compromise.
But you’d be wrong.

Most want to keep their hands “clean.”
But in refusing to act… their hands remain stained with the blood of the innocent.
And those stains make their prayers powerless,
their worship an abomination before Almighty God.

And so I ask you…
Maybe you, friend—
maybe you will take up the cause.
Maybe you will work to change the laws.
Maybe you will speak for those appointed to die.

Or maybe… you’ll turn your head.
Pretend you don’t see.