"A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more." Jeremiah 31:15
One of the saddest things I have ever seen is video footage from the March For Life in Washington, D.C., where thousands of women pass by, for blocks and blocks and blocks, all carrying black signs that read, "I regret my abortion."
They are women who refuse to be comforted. Everyday they are weeping. They are weeping because their children are no more.
Today marks the black anniversary of our nation, where our laws failed the women throughout our borders.
Today is an anniversary of death. The Grim Reaper was given legal protection under our laws, a license to kill, the approval of the federal government to snuff out unwanted life. Every unwanted child a dead child.
This marks the day of the failure of the men in our nation: the failure of fathers to be protectors of their unwed daughters and their failure to teach them the blessings of marriage and family. The failure of young men to treat women with respect and to take responsibility for their own tiny children.
Today is the day that marks our nation’s reaping of everything it has sown: a rejection of marriage in favor of casual sex, the despising of men as leaders and providers and protectors in return for immature loafers who lack responsibility; a generation of parents who farmed their children's training on sexuality to the public school, to the T.V. set, to the movie theater, to magazines, and to a media steeped in rebellion against God.
Today is the day where "might makes right" became the law of the land. Today is the day where our laws failed those who needed the most protection. Today is the day of despising the little ones, the poorest among us, and the beautiful.
Today is the day of despising the image of God. Today marks a day where any and every whim of convenience is more precious, more treasured, and more to be desired than the loveliness and mystery of tiny human life.
For as long as this nation shall exist on this earth, this great blight, this insidious leprosy, this fantastic show of cowardice, shall be remembered in history. Wherever history books are written of the great nation, the land of the free and the brave, the land of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, the land that welcomes the poor and destitute from other nations, the land where freedom rings, the story will also be told of this nation's decent into the darkest deeds.
There is generation of men and women, the oldest of whom should be turning 38 this year, who are gone forever and we will never get them back. They are people who needed us. They are people who were given life at an inconvenient time. They are people who needed our care and protection, and we as a nation failed them. We failed the citizens in our borders miserably.
There is a generation of mothers for whom a day does not go by that they do not think about what might have been. Our nation has failed these women by not protecting them from predatory abortion doctors intent on making an easy buck. We have allowed money-hungry board-certified "experts" to lie to a woman's face about what will make her happy. We have allowed women who were vulnerable, scared, alone, shaken to be taken advantage of by institutions who regularly deceive women about the scientific facts surrounding the little one in their womb, in the effort to make a profit. We have given our vulnerable women to these places, and we have oftentimes not stepped in.
O Lord, God of vengeance, O God of vengeance, shine forth! Rise up, O judge of the earth; repay to the proud what they deserve! O Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked exult?
They pour out their arrogant words; all the evildoers boast. They crush your people, O LORD, and afflict your heritage. They kill the widow and the sojourner, and murder the fatherless; and they say, "The LORD does not see; the God of Jacob does not perceive."
Understand, O dullest of the people! Fools, when will you be wise? He who planted the ear, does he not hear? He who formed the eye, does he not see? He who disciplines the nations, does he not rebuke? He who teaches man knowledge--the LORD--knows the thoughts of man, that they are but a breath.
Blessed is the man whom you discipline, O LORD, and whom you teach out of your law, to give him rest from days of trouble, until a pit is dug for the wicked.
For the LORD will not forsake his people; he will not abandon his heritage; for justice will return to the righteous, and all the upright in heart will follow it!
Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers? [cries the unborn]
If the LORD had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence. When I thought, "My foot slips," your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.
Can wicked rulers be allied with you, those who frame injustice by statute?
They band together against the life of the righteous and condemn the innocent to death. But the LORD has become my stronghold, and my God the rock of my refuge.
He will bring back on them their iniquity and wipe them out for their wickedness; the LORD our God will wipe them out.