Not A Sparrow

"Not a sparrow. Not a fetus."

THERE IT WAS on the screen, from our White House, those in quote-unquote political power, a multiple picture post justifying abortion as contraception, and what I expected to happen didn’t happen. There was no rage, no voice of judgment, instead all of heaven paused. God took a breath. What have we done to cause Him who created mankind to stop speaking? He came as an infant, our Savior, our Messiah, was born of a woman. She carried him nine months; she gave birth to Him in a stable. He was the eldest of a large family. He saw His brothers and sisters come into this earth. They laughed together, they cried together, they ran the hillsides of Nazareth together.

“Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James, and Joses, and of Juda, and Simon? and are not his sisters here with us? And they were offended at him.” (Mark 6:3)

It's not the first time. Israel decided, ages ago, to sacrifice their children to the god Molech. A no-god at all. And David wrote of it in the psalms as a valley of death. An actual valley of actual death, of the most precious among us. Other civilizations have done the same, and yet we, here in 2024, still can’t see how distorted and disgusting it is. We can’t look Him in the eye and admit what we’ve done. Oh, not all of us. Many of us are against it. Many have repented and been forgiven. But I’ll have you know God doesn’t lose a life. Not one. Not a sparrow. Not a fetus.

I wish I could find it. The hatred, the anger, but right now, I weep because the God who saved me, who delivered me, who healed me of what was impossible and could not be done, without doctors without drugs without any intervention, just His mercy. That God didn’t speak, but I felt His weight, and I wept His tears. Then I looked up the photos of my daughter that I have stored on social media and His smile returned. She’s turning ahead another year today, and I can’t imagine life without her. I can’t imagine. I don’t want to imagine.

Yet there it is. Though I’ve hidden it, though I won’t see it again, it remains an imprint in my thinking, and the memory poised, my finger in midair and the God of heaven rushing over me, unable to move. God Himself, who spoke light into being, couldn’t move because of what man had done. And justified it.

LISTEN TO “Little Logan” by Jimmy Clifton.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.” (Matthew 10:29)

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
www.suzannedwilliams.com
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