Dear Planned Parenthood,
You don’t know me. In your eyes and in the eyes of the world, I am insignificant. I don’t matter to you precisely because I stand in antithesis to your worldview. I am an anomaly in a culture that is dead set on destruction all the while maintaining the façade that those who hold to your values and beliefs are on the “right side of history.” You dismantle each brick of Christian civilization, exclaiming to yourselves, “What a beautiful city we’re building.” But you’re not building. You’re destroying. Justice. Liberty. Life. There is no freedom in the shackles of sin and death.
You look upon the City of Man in its waste and decay and celebrate the evil within. Good has become evil and evil good though all the while making moral judgments against those who stand for life with cries of “extremist,” you discard the absolute moral standards revealed by your Creator God. You have no standard but your own and your standard leads to death. You have listened to the serpent of old and dispensed with the only real source of justice preferring instead to determine good and evil for yourselves.
You are drowning in a sea of blood but you cannot see it. With every dying breath you breathe condemnation on those who fight for the lives of the unborn and for the women who are pawns in your game of death. If you really cared for women you’d stop waging war against the Imago Dei. A woman’s worth is not found in bodily autonomy but as a beautiful soul created in the Image of God, to glorify Him and enjoy Him forever. You rip away her dignity and worth reducing her to an impersonal machine without true purpose, existing only to gratify her sensuous desires at the expense of humanity. “Anything goes” in a society without purpose, without direction, without anchor. The City of Man is a slum, built from the rubble and refuge of Christendom that you and others like you have eagerly sought to destroy.
It is only by the grace of God that I am able to write these words to you. I do not boast in my moral standing or in anything else but Christ Himself. Daily, my cry is “Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner.” I am weak in myself but He has gathered me in His mercy, washed and sanctified me. Jesus Christ is my Lord and my Savior. It is because I am His adopted child that I seek to walk in His light. And that means heeding His commandments. Ephesians 5:11 tells us to have no fellowship with the evil fruits of darkness but rather, expose them. This is what I, and many like me, are doing. To you, I am an “extremist” on the “wrong side of history” engaging in a “war on women.” Let me tell you what I really am. I am a child of the Most High striving to live out a consistent biblical worldview seeking not the world’s approval but His, living on the right side of eternity, and imploring women to see themselves as Imago Dei, beautiful women with worth and dignity, who need not seek after sin to find wholeness.
My worth is not found in destroying the unborn child of my womb for reasons of personal peace and affluence. My worth is not found in giving my body and soul to be used by men, those I have not stood before man and God to commit myself until death separates us. My worth is not found in the opinion of man. My worth is not found in what I have accomplished nor in how much I have accumulated. My worth is found in the Sovereign God who knit me together in my mother’s womb, who knew me intimately before I was ever born, who wrote my story, filling the pages of my life from all eternity. My worth is found in a personal God who knows me personally, who adopted me while still His enemy. I was filthy, clothed in rags, yet He washed me and sanctified me, reclothing me in His righteousness.
You don’t know me. I am a nameless, faceless member of the opposition. I do not wage war against the darkness for pleasure or for power. I do so because of concern for those who are lost, sinners like me, but without hope and purpose in a culture of death. I am a mother of four, one with special needs who weighs heavily on our minds and hearts because of his deteriorating physical state. He brings joy to all who meet him, always a smile on his face. Is his life worth less because He is physically disabled with an intellectual disability? Are the lives of children conceived in rape and incest worth less because of their circumstance? The Scriptures tell us we are not to do evil that good may come of it. What is your soul worth? Is it worth personal peace and affluence for such a brief moment in the face of eternity? Is it worth fleeting pleasure? Our lives are but a breath. I implore all who read this to live for the line of eternity, not the dot that is your brief life on this earth.
Find your worth in the presence of God, as children of the covenant. Our lives are lives of service. Live in light of the Audience of One. I pray for those who don’t know Him, that God would grant them repentance, that they be washed and sanctified, and that they would live in obedience to His law-word. You have before you life and death. May He lead you in life. May you rejoice in liberty from the shackles of sin and death. May you live Coram Deo: Living life in the presence of God, under the authority of God, to the glory of God.
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