Let me tell you a short story about a man named Bill. It begins in January 1973. This is the year that the U S Supreme Court rules that the child in the womb is not a human being and therefore denied the rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as guaranteed under the Constitution.
Bill like many other Christians is too busy with his own life to be concerned about the impact this is going to have on his nation.
This is the same month that his oldest daughter gets married. The marriage lasts only five weeks and needless to say, the daughter is devastated.
In late 1974, Bill’s daughter meets a young man who himself is a victim of a broken marriage. The two announce to Bill and his wife that they are going to live together outside the bonds of matrimony. Does that sound familiar to any of you?
In early 1975, the inevitable happens. Bill’s daughter announces that she is pregnant. She has decided also that regardless of the outcome of her relationship with the father, the child will be born. On Thanksgiving Day of 1975, Bill and his wife become the proud grandparents of a beautiful baby boy.
Bill continues with his busy life and in 1980 he attends a training session at Colorado State University. While in Ft. Collins he is invited to see a film called “Assignment Life”. The film is about abortion and actually shows you a suction aspiration procedure being performed on a young woman. When Bill sees the pieces of the little arms and legs passing through the vacuum tube, he literally comes unglued. All during the procedure the abortionist refers to the body parts as contents of the womb or products of conception.
He comes home from Ft. Collins and shares the experience with his wife, and they decide to get involved in the Pro-Life movement. However, it isn’t until five years later that they start to give financial aid to a home for unwed mothers.
It is now early 1989 and Bill has been retired for two and one half years. The Holy Spirit is constantly hammering away at Bill’s conscience to get actively involved in the battle against abortion. He finally realizes after fourteen years that his daughter could have had an abortion thus depriving him of the joy of being a grandfather.
Bill heeds the call and stayed active in the Right-to-Life Movement until 2007 (?) when age and health problems forced him to retire.
If you haven’t guessed it by now, I’m Bill.
The grandson is 37 years and the father of three girls and one boy.
To date about fifty-four million babies (products of conception and contents of the womb) have had their lives snuffed out by the women’s right to choose movement.
It’s only a matter of time before God lifts his covering hand from America if this infanticide continues.