The graphic picture of the aborted baby on the TruNews headline was horrific, wasn't it? But perhaps it shocked some of us into grasping the lateness of the hour and the tremendous amount of blood that has been spilled upon this nation.
I spilled some of that blood. Lest anyone think I send out these e-mails in self-righteousness or judgmental finger-pointing, I will get utterly vulnerable and confess my own sin in the matter. When I was seventeen years young, newly married to a man with great career ambitions, I got pregnant. We aborted the baby. I had been a church-goer in my youth, but I never knew the LORD in a relationship, and I certainly did not know His Word. Still, I knew within my heart that I had done a very terrible thing. But my inward guilt and suffering was not enough; Yahshua the Righteous King had plans for my life, and so it was necessary early on for me to learn the law of sowing and reaping.
At age 25 my husband and I greatly wanted a baby and again I got pregnant. I carried this precious little girl to full-term. She was born Oct. 28, 1975, two days after my birthday, weighing three pounds, 1 ounce. Several days later she died.
"After the time of mourning was over, David had Bathsheba brought to his house, and she became his wife and bore him a son. But the thing David had done displeased the Lord. Then David said to Nathan, "I have sinned against the Lord." Nathan replied, "The Lord has taken away your sin. You are not going to die. But because by doing this you have showed utter contempt for the Lord, the son born to you is going to die. After Nathan had gone home, the Lord struck the child that Uriah's wife had borne to David, and he became ill. David pleaded with God for the child. He fasted and wept into his house and spent the nights lying on the ground. On the seventh day the child died." (from 2 Samuel chapter 12)
We serve a holy and just God who cannot look upon or tolerate sin. In the fullness of time, He sent Yahshua haMashiach, Jesus our Messiah, to shed His own blood on the tree as atonement for our sin, opening up for us the glorious opportunity of living forever with Him. But it is still a law that we will reap what we sow. That is what happened on November 4. Like thousands others, I fasted and prayed and wept for weeks before the election, but the sin of our nation was too great, and the voices crying out to worship a human king were too many. Yahweh allowed Barak Obama to become President, in order that many would, like me, eventually see the wickedness and the spilled blood they have walked in, and truly repent and turn to Him. I rejoice that after the many terrible fires in California, the people went to the polls and banned same-sex marriage! He watches over His Word to accomplish it.
The Lord showed me in a dream one night that the little one I aborted 33 years ago is a boy named John. John must know his sister, Dena, for they are both in perfect eternity with the Father. One day I will be able to see them again, but I wonder, as I fall to my knees, if I will be able to find the words to tell them how grievously sorry I am? Perhaps this is the great storm of passion that fuels my desire to call others into repentance, and into a relationship with the One True Redeemer of their souls, whose blood speaks a better word than Abel's!
Then David said to Nathan, "I have sinned against the Lord." Nathan replied, "The Lord has taken away your sin. You are not going to die." Thank you, Yahshua, that I did not die for taking the life of my son, either. It is only because You died in my place.
