Margaret Sanger wrote: “The most merciful thing that the large family does to one of its infant members is to kill it,” She said many things like this, which you can read here.
She said this particular statement in the 1920, just two years after World War I. She died in Arizona in 1966, but Planned Parenthood became the vehicle to push her ideas on American society. These ideas ranged all the way from the extermination of people groups, and the infirm.
Her life spanned two world wars, and she died in the middle of the war with Vietnam. On November 11, we remember many of these soldiers who fought over seas while she was fighting in North America. There are challenges when it comes to the morality of foreign intervention in certain cases, but we can still have a high regard for our soldiers who died to defend the peace of our country. There are a lot more things that we can say about the morality of Sanger’s ideals. But what she defended and fought for hits us in the gut a lot harder when we realize that this is an aspect of the “freedom” we are giving thanks for on Remembrance day.
This should bring us to tears.
Abortion has snuffed out millions of little lives, the most helpless lives out there. These babies have been burnt, ripped apart limb from limb, they have had their brains pulled out of their little heads with hospital scissors. And we think we are free?
Dostoevsky’s Underground Man writes:
“I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. However, I don’t know beans about my disease, and I am not sure what is bothering me. I don’t treat it and never have, though I respect medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, let’s say sufficiently so to respect medicine. (I am educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, I refuse to treat it out of spite. You probably will not understand that. Well, but I understand it. Of course I can’t explain to you just whom I am annoying in this case by my spite. I am perfectly well aware that I cannot “get even” with the doctors by not consulting them. I know better than anyone that I thereby injure only myself and no one else. But still, if I don’t treat it, its is out of spite. My liver is bad, well then– let it get even worse!”
We call it science, but it is murder. We think we have kept our clinics sterile, but the blood is seeping out into the public square. Our stethoscopes are positioned nicely and our hospital gowns are pretty and white, but our hearts are filthy. We are diseased, and yet we speak blithely and comfortably about some fantasy of freedom.
There is a war being waged at home.
It is a war being waged for the hearts of men and women. We’ve had enough of formulaic lines and nonsense about being free when we are captivated by the lies of pseudo-science telling us that the fetus isn’t a living being, that there are multiple genders, and that it is OK to kill an older person the minute that he/she has a hard time communicating. We are a culture of death, and nice words about soldiers sparing our freedom doesn’t change any of that.
But Jesus can change that. We can pursue those headed to death. He died so that we can rise to new life, so that we can be appalled by the massacres around us, so that we can tell that young man and young woman in the church that even though she has a baby in her womb, they can change their ways and live to the glory of God in true freedom and joy. So that we can come alongside the broken-hearted young lady who has murdered her baby, and show her the love of Jesus Christ.
The message of Jesus’ death and resurrection has always been a message of hope for a dying world. And so when we see our hypocrisy we can return to Him. When we see the stains of sin in the Church of Jesus Christ, we can return to Him, and pray for His Spirit to bring times of refreshing. And we can pray that this stream of living water would flow out of the church for the world to taste and be refreshed and join us on the highway to Zion.
Come, let us return to the Lord!