If you were to witness a murder, the blade above the head, the gun pointed, the poison so carefully measured and disguised, if you were to witness a murder- what would you do?
If you were to witness the execution of a Jew, fifty plus years ago, the slaughter of a civilian, would you cry out ? Would you scream and yell, "Stop!" ?
You say you would.
If you knew, you really knew he was innocent, he never committed that crime, you knew-
what would you do?
How sure are you of your value? Would it matter if someone didn't have the time for you, the money for you, the energy for you, or the resources for you?
Would you try to tell them you were worth their time and effort, would you try to prove yourself?
I would, I would fight with all I've got - if it meant my life.
Who fights for the children? Who fights for the ones that have no face, no voice, no name, and no value?
The children that no one has declared a purpose for, a reason for.
The problem with abortion is not the lack of people willing to fight for children.
We fight for children, we form groups for children, we have homes for children and groups for children and fundraisers for children all around the world.
We forget the children in the womb.
We forget them because we are so overextended? We forget to fight for them and plan parties for them because we've never seen them?
Do they not exist if we never heard their cry?
They must be less than me, they are small and unseen.
Must I therefore be more valuable? I am big, I take up space, I talk and I have an opinion; am I more valuable?
Am I more valuable because you can get to know me?
The problem with abortion is not in the lacking of people fighting for children.
The problem is the child is attached to it's mother.
The only voice the child has is the voice of it's mother.
The only face the child has is the face of it's mother.
The value the child has rests in our culture and the value we put on the strength of it's mother.
