Saturday, February 28, 2009


“That’s wrong,” Tera says, and I see indignation settling in her eyes. Her voice is quiet, but fierce. “There’s nothing joyful about that. Nothing. Why are people taking pictures?”

From our position above the ruins of Megiddo, I look down at the circle of stones—the “high place” where untold numbers of infants cried and breathed their last—and my heart agrees. This is a place of abomination.

Our guide has just described the culmination of Israel’s idolatry, carried out long ago on the platform below. Drawn into paganism, they satisfied their idols’ blood thirst by offering up their first-born children.

“They had medicinal means of abortion,” he explained. “But often, if a girl conceived before marriage, she would carry out the pregnancy instead of opting for abortion. Then she’d bring her newborn here and sacrifice it to the gods, figuring that by fulfilling her obligation with this unwanted baby, she wouldn’t have to give up one she loved later.”

I see that girl in my mind. She walks the steps quickly, aware of the weight in her arms, but already hardened to its miracle—hardened too to the sounds of his cries, and the softness of his skin, and the potential of his life. She lays her burden down, and turns her back on innocence, and retreats again to her life.

How could anyone make that decision, and take that journey?

How does anyone do it today?

“History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new” (Ecclesiastes 1:9 NLT)

Healing Hearts--for those dealing with the trauma of abortion.

2 Comment:

At 3/01/2009 10:12 AM, Blogger Julianne @ Bachar Chayah had this to say ...

Wow! I have never been to Israel. I realize that I have only pondered the wonderful places I would visit. I never thought about sojourning into the sad and evil memories of the people whose hearts should have belonged to God alone!

I do hope that any sweet sisters or brothers who have participated in abortion know there is forgiveness and healing if you have come to a place of repentance. And in my opinion, the greatest comfort would be to know that as a child of God someday you will see that "baby" again that you never knew. You will be restored. The promise of God to restore what the locusts have eaten shall come to pass in His kingdom! And I will be rejoicing beside you for your great happiness at that moment while falling on my face to be in the presence of our Awesome God!

Blessings to you and yours!

At 3/01/2009 10:55 AM, Blogger Shannon had this to say ...

"Amen" Shannon. Not the militaristic, finger-pointing, angry "so-be-it" that would picket outside of an abortion clinic...but the tear-filled, broken-hearted, echo that longs for one girl to reach out and grab the hand that offers hope and rescue because of the blood of One that was sacrificed before her.


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