Imagine a dark cold night on the streets in an eerie alley. Mothers are lined up holding their babies warming themselves and their young by fires in large rusty tin cans. Suddenly a massive wind rips the babies from their mothers arms and throws them violently into the burning garbage cans. Helpless mothers try to cling to the life in their arms unsuccessfully and wail longing for the babies burning in the fire. The mothers are unable to save the children from the fire. It is so bitter cold outside that they remain. They warm themselves by the fire fueled by their children’s blood.
I was not asking for a vision. I really did not ask for anything. I felt compelled to kneel and wait on the Lord. The instant my knees hit the ground the vision I described above began. I could not even gasp in shock because I was weeping so hard.
The following week I saw a picture of discarded babies in a box being taken out of an abortion center as easily and seamlessly as one would take out the trash.
We live in a time where babies are trashed, literally. Even if we do not directly participate in shedding innocent blood and throwing children in the garbage, we condone it when we do nothing to stop this barbaric, evil practice of nonchalant murder called “choice.”