“And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.”
Psalm 139:14-16 (MSG)
“13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.”
Blessed be the name of the Lord! Blessed His glorious name! In times that test men’s souls, mankind instinctively turns to the Lord. As a moth to a flame and as a bee to a flower, the consciousness of humanity , those souls with open eyes, turn our hearts and our sight toward the light, following our Savior out of satan’s dark domain.
Night has fallen on the spirit of life: We see God’s miraculous gift devalued and defiled. In front of us in living color, we see videos of hardened hearts and soulless eyes, buying and selling the tender organs of our babies — our children for sale on the block of mammon. Seventy- five for a kidney, how much for a brain? Life groans at shattered being.
“Mark 9:36 He took a little child and had him stand among them. Taking him in his arms, he said to them, 37 “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me.”
No longer does a baby’s cry evoke the sweet picture of love and family — the nurturing parents smiling and quick to be up and away — pulling a blanket closer for warmth or carefully listening for the sweet bubbling, the whoosh of precious air, making sure the babe’s God given breath comes easily and sure. But not now. Not in this grisly world of money for body parts, threepence for a liver, twopence for a lung. No, the cry of the lung is pierced, is crushed at the skull, very carefully, so as not to disturb the value of the sale.
“Jer 22:3 This is what the LORD says: Do what is just and right. Rescue from the hand of his oppressor the one who has been robbed. Do no wrong or violence to the alien, the fatherless or the widow, and do not shed innocent blood in this place.”
Ring it up at the cash register: This little girl who would have been, say Regina Brown, is worth about eight hundred dollars in today’s flesh market, her separate parts adding up dollar sign after dollar sign. There is no life for Regina Brown. No Cookie Monster in her future or Mr. Roger’s reruns. No giggles wearing Mama’s sunglasses and a floppy hat at the beach — no thrill of protected laughter as she rides high on Daddy’s shoulders. No birthday candle. Candle out.
Regina Brown is broken into pieces, but Planned Parenthood celebrates another year of slaughter. Poor Regina Brown fallen into bloody remnants on the organ tray. What color were her eyes? What laugh did God give her? Were her dimples deep or freckles to be honey colored and sunbursty? Poor Regina Brown. We cannot visit your grave but we mourn your sundering, your tearing murder, with grief from all our hearts.
“13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.”
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.”
Matthew 18:10 (AMP)
“10 Beware that you do not despise or feel scornful toward or think little of one of these little ones, for I tell you that in heaven their angels always are in the presence of and look upon the face of My Father Who is in heaven.”
Stand up for life. Stand up for all the Regina Browns. Stand up for birthdays and Thanksgivings, Christmases and weddings.
“Matthew 18: 2He called a little child and had him stand among them.
3 And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
4 Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
5“And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.
6 But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”
Stand up for God’s great gift, the miracle of life. Do not let Thirty pieces of Mammon betray our children.
Pink for blue and cans for boxes.
Funeraled shears and death night watches.
As little fingers flinch and tears fill the soul,
Stay the thrust of the bone hand potter,
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“Matthew 18: 2He called a little child and had him stand among them.
3 And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
4 Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
5“And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.
6 But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”
Stand up for God’s great gift, the miracle of life. Do not let Thirty pieces of Mammon betray our children.
