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Trashing a Picasso

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?

A baby.

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.

Hillary’s Fallacious Attack on Conservatives


Are you prolife?  If so, Hillary Clinton compared you to ISIS.

While stumping in Cleveland, Ohio, Hillary trashed prolife adherents.  She claimed Conservative members of the Republican Party who are determined to defund Planned Parenthood are treating women like terrorist organizations.  In her own words she said,

“Now, extreme views about women, we expect that from some of the terrorist groups, we expect that from people who don’t want to live in the modern world, but it’s a little hard to take from Republicans who want to be the president of the United States.”

Mrs. Clinton shared stories with the crowd intended to draw sympathy for the organization embroiled in controversy because of videos exposing some of the most heinous practices of the abortion giant.  She told of a woman who discovered breast cancer early, because she was able to get a cancer screening.  She championed the stories of teenage girls having access to contraception to prevent unwanted pregnancies.  She discussed the opportunity for women to be screened for sexually transmitted diseases.  Her blather probably convinced some in the crowd that mean old Republicans were reviving their “war on women.”  Hillary’s determined to cast Republicans as the radical Party in need of resurrection from the Middle Ages.  But what political Party really resembles terrorist organizations?

For the past several months, the world has watched in horror as ISIS rampages across the Middle East raping, pillaging, and beheading innocent humans, many of them Christians.  The most horrific images posted online are those with terrorists holding up the heads of victims.  Whereas the Republican Party quickly denounces this atrocious behavior, labeling the perpetrators “radical Islamists,” the Left tiptoes around the truth and claims these heinous crimes don’t represent the “religion of peace.”  Hillary’s Party fails to identify the true terrorists, utilizing the term “terrorists” for those who stand for the most innocent of life.

The most recent video released by the Center for Medical Progress reveals that the best way to ship neural tissue from the abortion clinics to labs across the Country, is to leave the tissue in the baby’s head.  In the video, abortion advocates joked about shipping the entire Calvarium to laboratories with the eyes open.  They chuckled as they imagined the response of a technician tearing into a package to find a baby’s lifeless eyes staring up from the packaging.  Despite these revelations, Hillary Clinton stands unwaveringly with Planned Parenthood and insults Conservative Pro-Life advocates by calling them terrorists.

Mrs. Clinton, obviously you’re confused.  The Democrats most closely resemble ISIS as both support the beheading of innocents.  An old idiom says,

“There’s none so blind as those who will not see.”

And unfortunately, about half of the Country insists on burying its head in the sand.

God Refuses to Bless Abortion

The prophet Isaiah warned,

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.”

This cautioning from the Word of God applies today as well.

A friend shared a Facebook page of an organization called, “Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice.” On this page, a lady proudly holds a message that reads,

“I’m a lifelong United Methodist and I thank God for abortion providers.”

I thank God for abortion providers? Are you kidding me?

I chose to dig a little deeper.  I searched Facebook for “Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice,” and several options from various states appeared.  I chose “Ohio Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice.”  Scrolling the site, I noted several people holding similar “I thank God” signs, each representing either a religious affiliation or claiming to be a Christian.  You’ll also find a daily prayer guide. For instance, Day 14 reads,

“Today we pray for Christians everywhere to embrace the loving model of Jesus in the way that he refused to shame women.”

Then, in fine print at the bottom,

“40 days of prayer to keep abortion safe and legal.”

The Bible clearly teaches this important truth about prayer.

“If I had cherished sin in my heart, the Lord would not have listened;” Psalm 66:18

Praying for God to bless abortion is like asking God to bless adultery, or stealing, or murder….and in this case, especially murder, for that’s what abortion is.

I can say with complete confidence that if people really do pray to keep abortion legal, that prayer’s falling on deaf ears. In Psalm 139, God reveals we are “fearfully and wonderfully made,” and that He “knits us together in our mother’s womb.” Augustine observed,

“Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering”

Consider the following facts about the human body:

“You have more than 200 bones each shaped for its function, connected intricately to one another through lubricated joints that cannot be perfectly duplicated by modern science. More than 500 muscles connect to these bones. Some obey willful commands; others perform their duty in response to unconscious commands from the brain. They all work together to keep us alive. The heart muscle itself beats over 103,000 times each day, pumping your blood cells a distance of 168 million miles.

Your lungs automatically breathe in the right amount of life-giving oxygen which just happens to be mixed in the right proportions (about 20% oxygen, 80% nitrogen) in our atmosphere. Each of the other vital organs and glands in your body works in complex conjunction with the others to sustain life, which science can’t explain or create.

A single human chromosome contains 20 billion bits of information. How much is that? What would be its equivalent, if it were written down in an ordinary printed book in modern human language? Twenty billion bits are the equivalent of about 3 billion letters. If there are approximately six letters in an average word, the information content of a human chromosome corresponds to about 500 million words. If there are about 300 words on an ordinary page of printed type, this corresponds to about two million pages…..” (Facts from Sermon: No Escape from God, by Steven J. Cole)

In other words we are God’s masterpiece.

A few months ago, news agencies expressed outrage over ISIS and its decision to smash valuable artifacts in the Mosul Museum in Iraq. Some of these ancient pieces dated back 3000 years. According to the Christian Science Monitor,

“The tactic is unofficially called “cultural genocide,” a term that David Nersessian, assistant dean of global programs at Boston University School of Management, has used to describe attacks on an ethnic or religious group’s wider institutions – including its languages, traditional practices and ways, religious institutions and objects, and clergy members, academics, and intellectuals.”

This destruction of priceless artifacts and relics is truly a shame, but what about God’s masterpiece?

The Psalmist utilizes the term “knitted together,” as the act in which God performs the miracle of creating life.  Imagine for a moment that your grandmother spent countless hours on a handmade quilt, customizing the design and color to your own personal tastes.  At Christmas, she presents the heirloom to you.  Though not priceless in the eyes of the world, it will be something you treasure because of the one behind the design.  To rip it to shreds and toss it in the trash would be a sacrilege, a shame, and a slap to your grandmother’s face and legacy.

God is behind the design of life. Tossing unwanted babies in to trash bins slaps the Creator’s face and breaks His heart.  The “god” of the Religious Coalition….is not the God of the Bible, but resembles more the pagan god Molech.  People worshipped Molech by sacrificing their children in the fire.  Today, the abortion industry honors a false pagan god every time a surgeon rips a child from the womb.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,”

For those praying for God to bless abortion, you can save your breath. It ain’t happenin’.

No Womb for Abimael

Uncertain of his destination, brilliant light caressed the senses as the newcomer arrived.  Much had happened in such a short period of time.  In moments, he had been given a name, a home, and a place to be loved and to belong.  Darkness to light, he quietly mused.

“You’re new here, are you not?” asked a beautiful girl, twirling the ends of her curly locks.

“Yes,” replied the boy.

“What name did Father give you?” she asked smiling.

“Abimael,” he answered, wondering at his surroundings.

Abimael slipped past the girl and stared in awe at winged creatures zipping back and forth, streaming prismatic light across the sky.

“Don’t you want to know my name?” she interrupted his curious observation.

“Yes, of course.  What is your name?” he asked, directing attention to his new acquaintance.

“It’s Zibiah!  It means ‘Roe’.  Father named me perfectly.  He says I was the first!”

“You were the first one here?” Abimael asked, surprised.

“No, no,” she giggled.  “Father said I was the first to arrive, after another kingdom far away decided they could send me.”

“Is that what happened to me?  I was sent?”

Zibiah’s smile widened and her eyes sparkled.  “Come with me,” she invited.

Zibiah grabbed Abimael’s hand and both ran tirelessly in the direction of rapturous melody.  Voices in innumerable parts of harmony praised Father for His goodness and love.  Scampering to the top of a grassy knoll, they paused hand in hand.  There before them, a choir with members as far as the eye could see focused worship in the direction of a great throne enveloped in light.

“Who are they?” Abimael asked, mouth agape.

“They are like us.  We are like them,” she responded.  “Sit down here, Abimael,” she requested, patting the lush vegetation.

Abimael obediently dropped onto the grassy carpet, keeping his eyes on the splendor before him.

“What do you remember about the far away kingdom, Abimael?”

Abimael slowly turned to face Zibiah.  “What do you mean?”

“I mean you came from the far away kingdom.  What do you remember about it?”

Abimael closed his eyes and fought to remember the land of which Zibiah spoke.

“I know that when I arrived, I was surprised by the light.  Wait a minute,” his eyes shone with recognition, “I do remember.  I came from a dark place, but I felt safe there.  There were voices…voices that became familiar.  One in particular.”

“Your mother.”

“Yes, my mother,” he affirmed, unexpected knowledge coursing through his being.

“What was she like?” Zibiah wanted to know, leaning forward.

“Her voice was soothing, even though she never spoke to me.  She knew of my existence, but it seemed that I caused much concern.  She cried often.  I once heard other voices tell her that she did not need ‘that kind of responsibility’.  I assume she meant me?”

Zibiah nodded.

“The last thing I remember is screaming in pain, and then being instantly embraced in light and love.”

“Do you remember the far away kingdom, Zibiah?”

“I remember,” she nodded.  “My mother considered me an unwanted responsibility also.  Her voice seldom soothed; hate filled words were common.  I recall screams of ‘my body, my choice’.  I didn’t know what that meant, but shortly after the kingdom sided with my mother, I was sent here.  I do, however, have an additional memory.”

“Go on,” Abimael urged.

“I remember being held.”


“Yes.  I remember excruciating pain, but then someone, kind and gentle, cuddled and spoke to me until my arrival here.”

Both remained silent and then softly hummed the song offered in worship.  Suddenly, the melody bubbled up from Abimael’s soul and he joyfully raised his voice in chorus, singing each word as if he had composed the song.  The refrain ended and a thunderous chorus of hosannas erupted.

“What’s it like to be held?” Abimael shouted above the joyous fray.

Without saying a word, Zibiah dragged Abimael to his feet and they raced toward the throne.  Abimael noticed one sitting to the right of the great light, whose welcoming smile encouraged Abimael to run faster.  He released Zibiah’s hand, rushed to waiting arms and jumped into His embrace.  The Father’s Son swung him round and round, both laughing with delight.

The Son lowered Abimael to the ground, a loving hand upon his shoulder.

“Lord, I have so many questions, but first, may I ask what Abimael means?”

“Abimael means ‘God is my Father’.  Welcome home, child.  Welcome home.”

When Does Life Begin?

Recently, I engaged in a social media conversation about abortion.  The civil discourse revolved around the question, “When does life begin?”  This person shared Genesis 2:7,

“And the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living being.”

By this verse, she interpreted Scripture to teach life begins when a baby takes his first breath outside of the womb.  She wasn’t alone.  I Googled the topic and found many bloggers and pro-choice advocates embrace this view of Scripture.  She asked if I believed that this verse settled the issue of when life commences.  I assured her I’d research the topic and post a blog about my answer.  After doing a bit of research, I’m even more convinced life begins at conception.

Genesis 2:7, though used as a verse to validate the pro-choice view, cannot be quoted as a verse to okay abortion.  This verse does not apply to a baby developing in the womb, because in this case it’s used to describe the creation of the first human being.  God created humanity, not as babies, but as adults to be stewards and caretakers of the Garden and to enjoy fellowship with Him.  As one blogger wrote, “The key here is that Adam was lifeless prior to the breath of God whereas a baby is not lifeless prior to his/her breath.”

Every time my wife scheduled the ultrasound to learn the sex of our children, I made plans to be away from the office.  The first three times, we watched images of our boys…the last two, our girls.  On no occasion did any of the babies In utero sit completely still.  Occasionally, they wriggled out from under the pressure of the transducer as the technician rubbed it around my wife’s belly.  At other times, the babies kicked at the handheld device feistily.  At no time did I consider the images flashing before my eyes as lifeless.  And besides the black and white pictures, my wife and I witnessed one of the most beautiful sounds on the planet, the rhythmic thumping of our baby’s heartbeat.

Job 33:4 shares,

“The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”

After Elihu listened to Job’s friend address him, he took his turn to talk to Job.  In verse four of chapter thirty-three, Elihu reminds Job they are both created by the same God.  He then says,

“the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”

The word breath, here, comes from the Hebrew word, “neshahmah” meaning divine inspiration.  Commentary Critical and Explanatory on the Whole Bible interprets the latter portion of the Scripture in this manner,

 in God‘s stead” to thee; a “daysman,” umpire, or mediator, between God and thee. So Elihu was designed by the Holy Ghost to be a type of Jesus Christ

Elihu saw himself as a man created in the image of God as Job, but also a man inspired by God to relay a timely message to Job.  In no way does this verse apply to a baby in the womb.

Ezekiel 37:5 says,

“This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.”

The “I will” speaks of God’s sovereignty and omnipotence.  The word “Breath” in the Hebrew is the word “Ruah/Ruach which is also translated spirit. Life from the dead bones requires divine intervention, so in this Scripture God is describing a supernatural event.   This Scripture is not addressing breathing life into a person or persons, but this is a portion of the message Ezekiel delivered about the rebirth of the nation of Israel.  This verse has to be considered not individually but as a part of a whole…in this case, a prophecy delivered in both Chapters 37 and 38 of Ezekiel.

So, does  the Bible give any indication as to when life begins?


Psalm 139:13-16 reads,

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; you works are wonderful, I know that full well.  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, your eyes saw my unformed body.  All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”

The phrase “your eyes saw my unformed body” in other translations reads “saw my substance.”  The word substance comes from the Hebrew word “golem,” and is only found one time in the Bible, here in Psalm 139.  A related word, the verb form “galam” is found in II Kings 2:8 where it is used in reference to Elijah’s mantle.

“And Elijah took his mantle, and wrapped it together.”

That is, Elijah rolled it up, or he folded it.  The noun form “golem” then means, “that which is folded up.”  Therefore, the noun refers to anything folded up or undeveloped.

Picture the infant stages of the baby in the womb.  All of the members of the body are folded up and undeveloped.  It will take weeks and months before the differing members of the body assume their distinct form and proportions.  The commentary Notes, Critical, Explanatory, and Practical, on the Book of Psalms shares:

“This is undoubtedly the idea here.  Before the embryo had any such form that its future size, shape, or proportion could be marked by the eye of man, it was clearly and distinctly known by God.”

And according to the rest of this passage, even before mom and dad knew of the child’s conception, all of that baby’s future was known by God, and was written down in His book.

Do any other texts suggest life before that first gasping and wailing breath?

In Jeremiah chapter one, we see the call of God on Jeremiah’s life.  Verses four and five say the following:

The word of the Lord came to me, saying, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

But possibly the greatest example of all comes from the Gospel of Luke, chapter one.  After receiving the announcement she was going to carry the Son of God, Mary hurried to visit her cousin Elizabeth.  The account shares that when Mary greeted Elizabeth, the baby in Elizabeth’s womb responded.  At that instant, Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and she exclaimed:

“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear!  But why am I so favored that the mother of my Lord should come to me?  As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy.”

The Bible clearly teaches life begins prior to that of baby’s first breath, and based upon Psalm 139, I believe the Bible teaches life begins at conception.  Why?  Because according to the Scripture, before that baby is a twinkle in his parents’ eye, God’s orchestrating a beautiful plan for that child’s life….a plan summed up in Jeremiah 29:11,

“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you.  Plans to give you hope and a future.”

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