“Get On Your Knees”


The room is quiet. It has a clean, anti-septic smell. There are chairs lined up against the walls. Out-of-date magazines lie on tables in the middle of the room. Some of the chairs are empty, but many are filled. They sit in silence. Some flip nervously through the pages of the magazines. Some stare straight ahead. “Ms. Johnson, please come back now.” Some look down at the floor. Some mumble the words of a prayer. “Mrs. Wilson, please come back now.” Some look down at themselves. Some have tears in their eyes. “Ms. Smith, please come back now.”

Between the calls to come back, the others wait in silence. You can hear the tick-tick of the clock or the cars going by outside. But if you really listen closely, you can hear a tiny, whispered voice:

“It’s not my fault that you went out partying and got drunk. Please don’t kill me, Mommy.”

“It’s not my fault that you thought he was so cute and wanted to impress your friends. Please don’t kill me, Mommy.”

“It’s not my fault that Daddy never paid you enough attention and you felt so lonely and just wanted affection. Please don’t kill me, Mommy.”

“It’s not my fault that his parents felt that boys will just be boys and that he was just sowing his wild oats. Please don’t kill me, Mommy.”

“It’s not my fault that Grandma didn’t want to be too strict on you and felt that you should have your freedom. Please don’t kill me, Mommy.”

Since 1973, more than 49.5 million of these tiny, whispered voices could be heard. That’s an average of approximately 1.3 million unborn babies killed each year…or 3,700 each day…or over two every minute.

In comparison, during the Vietnam War, 47,000 American soldiers were killed in action. That was an average of 6,300 per year. Thousands all over America protested the war and called for its end. Their efforts paid off in 1973 with the withdrawal of American combat forces. Long years after the war was over, a huge monument was built to commemorate the war dead. And they should be remembered for their sacrifice.

In 1982, there were 26,000 people killed in the United States by drunk drivers. We lobbied Congress and our state legislatures and got new, tougher drunk-driving laws passed. By 2001, the number of alcohol-related traffic deaths had declined by 33.5%. That is still too many deaths, but through the efforts of concerned citizens nationwide, over 8,000 lives are being saved each year.

We build monuments for the war dead. And we should. We pass legislation to prevent highway deaths. And we should. But, where are the monuments for the aborted children? Where is the legislation to prevent their deaths? Where are the tears? Where are your tears? Do Christians even care?

If we love the life created by God, we must care. We are told in Psalm 139:13-14 and Job 31:15 that God created the life that is in a mother’s womb. David wrote:

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. 

In Job we read: what then shall I do when God rises up? When he makes inquiry, what shall I answer him? Did not he who made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?

Since God cared enough to create life, should we not care if man destroys it?

There is a song written by Lois Gail Sypolt, which was recorded in 1993, that tells us that we do need to care—that we do need to cry. It is titled, Cry for the Children. 

Values of this world are twisted and evil.
And in our minds, we cannot find
Right or wrong anymore.
We spend to recycle, keep our highways clear,
We’re concerned about things like the earth’s atmosphere.
And some even cry,
Because the whale may not always be here.

But we’re killing our children.
It’s time to cry for the children.
For their blood flows like a river
In the name of women’s rights.
But God knows each heartbeat.
He knows when every birthday should have been.
America, please, get back on your knees,
For the sake of our children.

Eyes that never saw mother,
Now, gaze on the Savior.
Cries never made are now cries of praise
To the Lamb they adore.
Little hands that in death were torn apart
Are held by a hand that’s been nail-scarred.
Heaven now welcomes innocent children
We daily destroy.

But we’re killing our children.
It’s time to cry for the children.
For their blood flows like a river
In the name of women’s rights.
But God knows each heartbeat.
He knows when every birthday should have been.
America, please, get back on your knees,
For the sake of our children.
America, please, get back on your knees,
For the sake of our children.
Jesus loves the little children.
[Tuckaseigee Publishing Co., Inc. a division of Inspirations, Inc.]

News of an unwanted pregnancy is devastating news, especially when the expectant mother is a young girl, who has all of her hopes and dreams of college and career suddenly endangered. Or when the expectant mother lives in poverty and already cannot afford to support her existing family. It is only natural for them to look to easy solutions. It is only natural for their parents to want to make all of their problems and hurts go away. However, killing the innocent is not the answer. The real answer is to not put yourself or to allow your child to put himself or herself in the position of having to get that news. There was only one immaculate conception in the whole history of mankind. It is not an “accident.” It is the result of a voluntary event. It is the consequence of a choice. Children are responsible for their choices. As Solomon wrote, we as parents are responsible to train up our children so that they will make the right choices.

In my work as a prosecutor, I handle many cases involving abused children. Some have been physically abused and many have been sexually abused. These children need our protection. They are often defenseless against those who attack or prey upon them. The most rewarding part of my job is to be able to protect these little ones from further abuse and to know that I might have protected others from being the victim of an abuser. In my wallet, I carry a picture of a child who is not my own. She is not even related to me. She is a girl who was repeatedly sexually abused by two of her great-uncles when she was 5 years old. They were both convicted. After the case was over, her guardian brought me a picture of her. On the back was this inscription: “Remember the good things you have done for this angel….Thank you. You helped save her life.”

As requested, I will always remember the good that I was able to do for that child. However, there are over a million children—unborn children—who go unprotected every year. They go nameless. They go unremembered. Let’s remember these children too.

Hopefully, these words have opened your eyes a little to our need to be concerned about this sin that is plaguing our nation. Yes, Jesus does indeed love the little children, and so should we.

Jesus also loves those of all ages. He loves Christians who have sinned, and He is willing to forgive the sins of those who confess them. He also loves the lost and has shed His blood so that those who will obey the gospel can have their sins washed away. Jesus loves you and died for you. Let us always remember His sacrifice on the cross of Calvary.

Neal Cook,
Ninth Avenue church of Christ
www.9thavenuecofc.com
©2009 Neal Cook, Haleyville, Alabama 35565

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