Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Life

    One of the most powerful movie scenes ever able to stir my blood so thoroughly was toward the end of The Forgotten.  If you haven’t seen it, then I apologize ahead of time for giving away the entire plot.  I recommend you cease reading immediately and go rent it.  After much suspense and intrigue, our main character Telly is in a stand-off with an extra-terrestrial fellow who is part of a team whose goal it is to see if they can erase from the minds of a selected handful of humans the child that each parent gave birth to and raised. 
   Telly has managed to hang on to the memory of her son by saying his name aloud every day.  She spends the entire movie searching for him and trying to get him back, and she refuses to quit even though no one else remembers Sam, and they are all convinced she has lost her mind.  The frustrated alien finally pins her down and, forcing her to give up every memory of Sam one by one, he clears her mind of him entirely, leaving her lying prone and exhausted on the ground.  He starts to walk away, leaving her there, satisfied that his experiment was a success. 
   Until the faint sound of a tiny heartbeat makes him stop in his tracks.  One memory remains: A woman sitting on a park bench on a sunny day, with a hand on her pregnant belly and a smile on her face. 
   Telly slowly pulls herself into a sitting position as the alien turns to face her.  She stands to her feet and he scowls back at her.  Her face radiates certainty and defiance as she slowly and deliberately declares: “I had life inside me.” 
   The alien cringes.  His experiment has failed.   
  She continues, “I had life inside me.  I have a son.  I have a son and his name is Sam, you son-of-a-bitch.”  At which point the alien gets sucked back to wherever he came from (no doubt to receive punishment for having failed so miserably) and Telly gets her son back.   
  
  Women were created by God with some pretty intense instincts to fight for and protect our families, especially our children.  There is everything strong and noble and pure and sacred about a woman carrying life inside her.  By nature a mother is willing to give her own life for her child.  How is it, then, that the world has accepted the backward idea that it is okay for a tiny unborn life to come to intentional harm?  My friend Whitney made the excellent point recently: “Why is it that if scientists found single cell organisms on mars - they'd declare "THERE"S LIFE ON MARS!!!" but a fertilized egg - even as far as a full term baby - EVEN babies that have been BIRTHED - are disposable. It’s all backwards.” 
   Allowing abortion to continue isn’t progressive.  It goes against the very laws of nature set down by the creator of the universe.  Women have become victims of the unnatural idea that killing babies is alright.  Whether they’ve been temporarily or permanently convinced that the life they carry is not worth fighting for, that it doesn’t deserve a chance at life or even a second thought, they’re the ones that lose, because they’re denying their true nature.  And they suffer for it. 
   I know at this point some of you are saying, “You just don’t get it.  It’s her choice to do what she wants with her body.”  Well, it may be my choice to put my fist through your face (it is my fist, after all) but your face has to deal with the results of my actions.  Besides, separate DNA and even separate gender determine that the baby inside a woman definitely does not count as her body.  
    And as far as using the excuse that the baby isn’t a human yet, take a moment to consider how history is full of examples of people who tried to use the excuse that certain groups of people didn’t count as real people.  Take our old friend Adolf Hitler for example.  He wasn’t a big fan of Jews, Gypsies, or Gays, and went to great lengths to exterminate them like roaches.  He acknowledged the Jews as a race, but not human.  Consider that slaves in America were treated as property to be bought and sold, and as such were regarded as less than human.  Both of these practices were widely accepted in their time, and it’s only looking back through time that we recognize the atrocity of considering Jews and African Americans to be less than human.  How long until we view the unborn in the same light?  Given its track record and the horror and disgust that are associated with it from past decades, I’d say the phrase; “It’s not a real person” deserves some serious scrutiny.
   I’m not a mother, but it is my greatest hope to be given that honor someday.  I can say right now that nobody better try to mess with my kids at any stage of their lives, because you can be sure I will fight tooth and nail to ensure their safety and well-being.  

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you."
                                                  -God  (Jeremiah 1:5) 


If you can spare 30 minutes, watch  this video it is incredible. 

1 comment:

  1. EXCELLENT. I had life inside me. I have a daughter. Her name is Meg!

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