Life changes. It’s a fact, we can’t avoid it even when we want to.
Like yesterday, I held a newborn baby for the first time I can remember. I don’t know what it is about babies, but they scare me. Maybe scared isn’t the best word. How about intimidate? They seem so small, so fragile, I guess. I guess I was never around a whole lot of babies growing up, and I just always feel awkward interacting with them. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t even really know why myself.
As I sat there holding one of the two twins, I marvelled at her features. Her tiny hands, fingers, fingernails, the tiny person resting in my arms. It was pretty amazing. I know that’s not a huge deal for most people, but for me it was.
And as I sat there, I wondered a couple of things…
1.) How could anyone honestly in their heart of hearts believe that we arrived here by chance – by evolution – that we made it from the sludge to a human being? That to me takes way more faith than believing in a creative God.
2.) How could anyone believe that aborting an unborn baby is an OK thing to do? Please, tell me how you justify that? I’ve heard the reasons – rape, the mother’s life being in danger, but I just don’t know. Do two wrongs make a right? I know rape is a horrible thing, but does that justify the killing of an unborn child? I’d like to know other peoples’ thoughts on that one. And please tell me how often, in the US at least, is the mother’s life in danger? I would wager that the number there is going to be awfully low. I’d like to see that number.
Amy and Jim’s babies are beautiful, and they were wonderfully created by a loving God. If you disagree, that’s fine, but I feel sorry for you.