I’m not really sure what to say about the undercover video of a Planned Parenthood senior director discussing the selling of body parts and tissues from aborted babies in between bites of salad and sips of wine.
The only thing that comes to the surface after watching that horrific video is grief.
I’m grieved that a human being would utter these words in such a nonchalant manner. I’m grieved that our President has lauded
the efforts of such a barbaric organization in the past. I am grieved over the U.S. national media’s non-existent response to the story nearly 24 hours after the video surfaced.
I’m grieved that there are still some Christians, ministers even, who will not speak out about this issue. I’m grieved that there are still some who believe this is more of a political problem rather than a spiritual problem.
I’m grieved that taxpayer dollars support an organization whose founder, Margaret Sanger, once wrote, “We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities. The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through a religious appeal. We don’t want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population, and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members.”
I’m grieved that anyone with a working brain would defend the barbaric practice of selling any body part or organ of an aborted child for profit.
I’m grieved that this culture has so quickly fallen into such wicked and selfish behavior. I am grieved over the fact that some still believe electing a Republican for president in 2016 will suddenly fix everything that ills this once great nation.
I am grieved over the lack of revival in our churches. I am grieved that church attendance has been reduced to 45 minutes to an hour, once a week for many American congregations.
I am grieved that this wake-up call may only last a few days before we go back to business as usual.
Yes, I am grieved. But I’m not hopeless.
Even in my grief, I see the hand of God moving. Even in my grief, I still expect a mighty outpouring of the Spirit on my generation. Even in my grief, I see God raising up prophetic voices to proclaim His name among the heathen.
Even in my grief over the lostness of humanity, I still believe awakening is coming.