Today, I have written a peice that diverts from my regular basic lines of thought. Even though I have written from a very different approach I want to clarify that I am not taking up arms so-to-speak to berate anyone who has found themself in this position for whatever reason, nor do I write to condem anyone. I am just writing from a heavy and broken heart for the ones who don’t have a voice. I am writing from a perspective that I feel God is directing for a call to prayer for every believer. Fellow believer’s I hope this will stir you to please take a moment to stop and pray as it has me.
I awakened as I have at a few other times this morning from the same senerio of a reoccuring dream, but this time I began to ponder what I had seen. “It’s early, why am I awake, I wonder?” In my sleepy lethargic state I vaguely recall a scene playing out before me by my very own hands. I lay there for a few moments, “I have seen it before,” I find myself thinking, yet I’m numb and not really moved in my spirit by it. I had begun to distance myself from it because it was just a dream, or was it? What made this morning different? Then suddenly my senses became more accutely aware of what I really saw just moments before while I slept. A baby had been in my hands. In my dream state I tried to figure out what to do with it. In my next move of action I did what in my own concious state would go against anything I would ever imagine myself doing. What I did went against the very core of my heart and beliefs. In reality I could never, by the grace of God, ever bring myself to do such a thing. And yet, as I slept I saw that in my own hands I held a child, which didn’t seem so real at the moment, then I watched as I placed this naked baby in a nearly overflowing trash can that sat nearby. I opened the lid of the nasty old trash can and tried to figure a way to stuff the child in as though it was nothing of importance. I saw the desperately sad stare in it’s eyes as it looked up and cried while I left it there to bake in the beating sun and walked away, then in an instant of reality I awakened. “What had I just saw?” I asked myself. “I would never do such a thing, why would I dream such a thing?” As I lay there on my bed my heart became sickened as realization began to settle in my mind of what had happened by my own hands in the dream just moments before. No longer could I just turn over and close my eyes to sleep on till morning light. My heart became wrenched with sobs for the unwanted and discarded baby.
When will we wake up, America, from our lethargic state and realize what is happening everyday? When will we stop sleeping while the unborn children cry from the ground? We must pray! There may not be much we can do for the ones who have already been taken from a life they might have been blessed to have. But what could our prayers do for the ones that are still alive? Could our prayers possibly turn the events in our country if we would just cry out? Better yet, could our prayers possibly cause an intervention for the young woman on her way today to have this unthinkable thing done? Could our prayers possibly cause a turn of events in the hopeless young lady who feels she has no choice, but to have this done to the child she carries, for whatever imaginable or unimaginable reason? I have been awakened and feel the tremendous vitality of this situation. Will we join the ranks with so many others and get on our knees and pray that abortion be stopped? If not stopped in our government and states then at the very least that our prayers just might stop someone from making a choice today that effects the very outcome of an unborn life! Our world screams out for woman’s rights and pro-choice. What about the choice of the one who can’t scream out yet for it’s own life?
Matthew 18:10 Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold that face of my Father which is in heaven.
America we must wake up! The unborn’s blood that has been shed, cries out for all the others who we might be able to save. Our prayers have to cry out for the living! When I stop and think the unborn child being carried in the womb of a mother today might be saved from the intervention of my prayer, then I have got to do something. I can no longer ignore and sit idle, while this war rages on. I have got to intervene in prayer. We can’t keep sleeping while this continues to sweep across America and our world.
Chronicles 2:14 speaks loud volumes of what we must do, “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.“
“Lord, please forgive us!”
2 thoughts on ““Who Will Cry For Them?””
Angela do you think because you placed the child in the trash can it could be because of where our taxes are going? Just a different angle of thought. I agree, we must pray for the unborn child and it’s mother. I have often prayed for the abused children of the world.
I really feel it was a reality check. And several questions run through my mind. Do we pray enough? When we don’t pray is it as though we are participating in the very act? Do we not pray because we are so far removed from what is going on in our world? i know for myself I am still moved to pray by what I saw and felt in the dream, but without it would I be?