Imagine for a moment strolling down the streets of Madrid, admiring the sights and sounds of Spain’s Capitol city. Outside the Plaza de Torres, you hear the shrieks and cheers of the spectators as a matador playfully teases a charging bull. You note street vendors hawking their wares under another typical cloudless sky. And then you see him, the master. Pablo Picasso is standing outside his studio, a paintbrush and pallet in hand. Hunched with age, he stares with determination, surveying the blank canvas.
You watch with great interest as the artist dabs his pallet and swipes his brush across the canvass in shades of blue and blue green. Minutes pass. Maybe hours. Then unprovoked, you push the artisan from his easel and grab the partially completed masterpiece. Finding a dumpster, you toss the painting in the trash receptacle, proudly rubbing your hands together in victory. Pablo demands to know your motives. You turn a deaf ear, only commenting it wasn’t really a painting because it wasn’t completed.
Can you imagine the audacity, the gall, the absolute lunacy of such a deed? I mean we’re talking Pablo Picasso, one of the most renowned painters of all time. Even a partial painting buried under another completed work fetches stunning amounts of money at auction. No, to trash a Picasso at any stage of the process would be absolutely foolish and tragic on many levels.
So, what about God and babies?
Psalm 139:13-16 says,
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
Note the artistic language in the passage. God knits us together. We are woven in the depths of the earth. Both phrases teach of God’s intricate design as He plants a person in the womb of an expectant mother. According to the Scriptures, we are God’s masterpieces. If that’s so, why is the womb a dangerous place?
At the most recent Democratic Town Hall meeting, Bret Baier asked Bernie Sanders if there should be a point in pregnancy when life should be protected. Bernie Sanders said,
“I am very strongly pro-choice. That is a decision to be made by the woman, her physician, and her family. That’s my view.”
In other words, Sanders supports an abortion at any point during a woman’s pregnancy. Isn’t this like the person in Madrid trashing a Picasso before being signed and sold in an art gallery? There’s still much worth and value to the unfinished project because of the artist’s reputation. Completed or not, the canvass still deserves the title of “Masterpiece.”
How much more then should the creative genius of God be honored, respected, treasured and preserved? Liberals rally around the eggs of eagles and the endangered Delta Smelt in California. Why not babies? Classifying babies in the womb as “fetuses” serves to fool people into believing the fledgling developing is something other than human. The word “fetus” means “unborn offspring of a human.” And what is the unborn offspring called?
I love reading Dr. Seuss to my children. Though I know nothing about his political ideologies, he espoused a pro-life view whether he intended to or not. My favorite Seuss work is “Horton Hears a Who.” My favorite line from the book reads,
“A person’s a person no matter how small.”
Let’s not trash the life of the unborn, and let’s not support a candidate with a staunchly held position that abortion should be allowed at any stage of the pregnancy. Our politicians are quick to point fingers at ISIS and categorize them as barbarians. Yet, our culture rips a baby from the womb and toasts the right to do so.
Can you imagine one million Picassos treated as common trash, tossed into a bin awaiting a furnace? Certainly not. Then why do we treat God’s masterpieces with triviality and inconsequence? Each step of the developmental process highlights the creativity of God, the finished project birthed in nine months. To believe otherwise showcases humanities’ desire to evict God from His own art studio. Again, ridiculous. God will not be mocked. At some point, His righteous Hand of judgment will no longer be stayed.
May God have mercy on our souls.