It’s hard to look at the ugly things, and nothing is uglier than people. The Scriptures warn us that our hearts are desperately wicked, and we wickedly, desperately, think of other people’s hearts. Consider, for a moment, two dates, one important, the other of no lasting significance. Yesterday in our Bristol parish I was given the opportunity to preach. Included in my sermon was an allusion to the observance of Sanctity of Life Sunday. On January 23, 1973, the Supreme Court of the United States determined that any woman in any state in the union could hire a doctor to murder her baby at any moment up to delivery. Since that time this butchery has happened over 50,000,000 times. That is a significant date.
Next Sunday two football teams will play for the right to be called World Champions for the coming year. In between those two Sundays more than 25,000 more babies will die horrible deaths at the hands of their mothers. We know that’s bad. We know that those evil people on the political and theological left not only practice this monstrous evil, but defend it, all without blushing. We, that is, nice, evangelical Republican voting folks would never hire a medical assassin. Except of course, that we do. We do it in secret, and get our daughters home early enough to make to that evening’s session meeting. We recover swiftly enough to participate in the next Life Chain. That form of hypocrisy, as grim as it may be, however, is not my target.
Here is where I suspect our guilt more lies. I venture to guess that every single person who reads this brief essay, as well as the man who is writing it, will spend more time thinking about the football game this week than we will spend thinking about the death of the unborn. Oh, to be fair, for some of you it may be something as insignificant as a football game, but slightly more pious, like say, the presidential race. But I know that none of us will remember the dead as we ought. None of us will begin to approach the kind of mourning this holocaust calls for. All of us will be far too blasé about the important things, and far too concerned about that which does not matter. Tomorrow when you wake up in the morning, will you remember that since you first read this brief article as many babies were murdered as there were people who died at the hands of Muslim terrorists on September 11, 2001? I probably won’t.
Here instead is what we should remember tomorrow. That 3,500 more babies will die. That we have failed them, and the one Who made them. That Jesus died an even more horrible death, receiving upon Himself the full wrath of God our Father. So that we can be forgiven for our failure, our sins, our murders and our murderous indifference. Then see if the Super Bowl still matters. Repent. And rejoice.
__________________ "I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it."
Our pastor preaches every year on the subject and we actively support 2 pro-life clinics and have picketed an abortion mill for several years till it closed down.
__________________ "I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it."
Our pastor preaches every year on the subject and we actively support 2 pro-life clinics and have picketed an abortion mill for several years till it closed down.
Or do like one man of God did. He passed by such a wicked place, recalling the horrors that go on in there, then said, "God I ask you to let this thing burn down."
The prayer was made on a Friday night, Monday newpapers reported that it had burned to the ground before firefighters could salvage any of it.
Remembering the Dead
R.C. Sproul Jr.
... We, that is, nice, evangelical Republican voting folks would never hire a medical assassin. Except of course, that we do. We do it in secret, and get our daughters home early enough to make to that evening’s session meeting. We recover swiftly enough to participate in the next Life Chain. That form of hypocrisy, as grim as it may be, however, is not my target.
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I appreciate R.C. Sproul's writings.
But what is he referring to here? I'm clueless. ???
It’s hard to look at the ugly things, and nothing is uglier than people. The Scriptures warn us that our hearts are desperately wicked, and we wickedly, desperately, think of other people’s hearts. Consider, for a moment, two dates, one important, the other of no lasting significance. Yesterday in our Bristol parish I was given the opportunity to preach. Included in my sermon was an allusion to the observance of Sanctity of Life Sunday. On January 23, 1973, the Supreme Court of the United States determined that any woman in any state in the union could hire a doctor to murder her baby at any moment up to delivery. Since that time this butchery has happened over 50,000,000 times. That is a significant date.
Next Sunday two football teams will play for the right to be called World Champions for the coming year. In between those two Sundays more than 25,000 more babies will die horrible deaths at the hands of their mothers. We know that’s bad. We know that those evil people on the political and theological left not only practice this monstrous evil, but defend it, all without blushing. We, that is, nice, evangelical Republican voting folks would never hire a medical assassin. Except of course, that we do. We do it in secret, and get our daughters home early enough to make to that evening’s session meeting. We recover swiftly enough to participate in the next Life Chain. That form of hypocrisy, as grim as it may be, however, is not my target.
Here is where I suspect our guilt more lies. I venture to guess that every single person who reads this brief essay, as well as the man who is writing it, will spend more time thinking about the football game this week than we will spend thinking about the death of the unborn. Oh, to be fair, for some of you it may be something as insignificant as a football game, but slightly more pious, like say, the presidential race. But I know that none of us will remember the dead as we ought. None of us will begin to approach the kind of mourning this holocaust calls for. All of us will be far too blasé about the important things, and far too concerned about that which does not matter. Tomorrow when you wake up in the morning, will you remember that since you first read this brief article as many babies were murdered as there were people who died at the hands of Muslim terrorists on September 11, 2001? I probably won’t.
Here instead is what we should remember tomorrow. That 3,500 more babies will die. That we have failed them, and the one Who made them. That Jesus died an even more horrible death, receiving upon Himself the full wrath of God our Father. So that we can be forgiven for our failure, our sins, our murders and our murderous indifference. Then see if the Super Bowl still matters. Repent. And rejoice.
Sick isn't it!
Many years ago when we first moved to TX. I sold health ins. from leads. I had a lead from a lady that worked in this business building. I didn't know what the business was.
When I started talking to the lady she was not really as interested in the physical heath ins. as she was in the mental health coverage.
I found out later that it was an abortion clinic.
She was already deep in depression and I'm sure knee deep in demons.
Many years ago when we first moved to TX. I sold health ins. from leads. I had a lead from a lady that worked in this business building. I didn't know what the business was.
When I started talking to the lady she was not really as interested in the physical heath ins. as she was in the mental health coverage.
I found out later that it was an abortion clinic.
She was already deep in depression and I'm sure knee deep in demons.
The sad part is that we have all been desensitized. How much sleep have we lost over it?!
__________________ "I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it."
The sad part is that we have all been desensitized. How much sleep have we lost over it?!
Very interesting point. That's exactly how the devil and the world leaders work.
They introduce some sin and then start to hammer away making suggestion after suggestion that it's not really sin, or it's not all that bad, until eventually it becomes acceptable.
(Gen 3:4) And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die:
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