“Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.” Matthew 24:40
Have you ever thought about how precious life is? I thought I knew, but It was all brought back to me this week. Have I changed my mind and advocating motherhood – heavens no! Babies are dirty, smelly, loud, selfish, and they throw up on everything. They are quite nice to visit – as long as they don’t belong to me! Other than that, I don’t have much against them. Then they grow up, cost a fortune, want to borrow the car, raise your insurance rates, cause gray hair, and sleepless nights (and that’s when they’re not in trouble). I’d rather have cats! If it were up to The Pink Flamingo, the human race would probably end with the current generation. Fortunately, it is not up to moi.
On Saturday, when Phil Humber pitched his perfect game, The Pink Flamingo caught him in an interview. He mentioned his wife, who Kristan, who is nine months pregnant with their son. It wasn’t a “baby”, a “fetus”, or that she was pregnant. He talked about his son.
This week, The Pink Flamingo learned something about life. It came in the a text. Within a few seconds what had been presumed had become fact. The little life was not a theory, but a real live baby. He/she has become a person.
Gifts will be purchased. Shopping will have a whole new meaning. There is a little person who needs ‘stuff’ like baseball books, and little astronaut sleepers (for brainwashing as to career choices). There will be tiny baseballs and gloves regardless of gender. If the gender is female, shoes will be purchased. Values must be learned. A girl wants gold but will settle for silver. A is for Astronaut, B is for Baseball, C is for Cat, D is for Diamond, E is for Emerald, L is for Louis Vuitton, R is for Republican, S is for Shoe, and so on.
An identity is already starting to be formed.
It is not a fetus, it is a baby.
“Heard a heart beat! 168 beats per minute and got photos of baby, who was all wiggly and cozy 8 weeks and 5 days.”
There are little arms and little legs.
There is a head.
There is a heart-beat.
This is life.
The state of Arizona has the strictest anti-abortion law in the nation – 18 weeks into pregnancy. There are those who oppose this on the grounds that it will greatly limit choices for abortion as birth control. While The Pink Flamingo is on record that there are times when an abortion is necessary (rape, incest, life of mother, and seriously deformed) I see abortion for birth control as murder.
“...Despite its name, critics derided the Women’s Health and Safety Act that Arizona Governor Jan Brewer signed into law today as cruel, dangerous, and hostile to women—likely to deter many Arizona women from seeking an abortion, and to distress those who nonetheless go through with one…While it becomes the seventh state to pass such legislation in the past two years, many Arizonans believe theirs is the most restrictive and sinister because of the degree to which it will legislate health care, thwart evidence-based medicine, and shame women. One in three women will have an abortion before age 45 according to Guttmacher, and more than half of those women already have a child.
The law “disregards women’s health in a way I’ve never seen before,” said Center for Reproductive Rights’ state advocacy counsel, Jordan Goldberg. “The women of Arizona can’t access medical treatment that other women can.”…”
Right now, we’re talking about a baby who is, today, nine weeks into gestation. We are taking about a human life. The “draconian” Arizona law, which I do find absurd with the pre-fertilization foolishness, would allow this precious little life to develop for nine more weeks and be aborted. That’s nearly half-way through the second trimester.
The baby (not a fetus, but a baby) shown here is scheduled to be born around Thanksgiving. In Arizona, a baby who would be born in November could be aborted in July. Minnesota, Nebraska, Idaho, Kansas, Oklahoma and Alabama allow 20 weeks – that’s five months.
Until last week, I thought the Texas law requiring an ultrasound before an abortion was wrong. There are cases, as was that of a woman who had a seriously genetic malfunction with her much wanted baby, where this is cruel and unusual punishment. If a woman has been raped, don’t compound the suffering and the indignity. If it’s for birth control, compound away!
We’re to think this is a war on women. Sorry, but I’m not buying this. It’s a war on life. You may see it differently than do I, but I saw the world through new eyes this week. I’m beginning to think there is a certain group of people who think there is nothing wrong with terminating the life of a baby, not because it is wrong, but because they don’t want to be seen as antiquated. They must be chic, popular and with it. Only religious freaks oppose abortion.
One of the things I dislike most is referring to a baby as a fetus. That allows the person doing the tap dance around life to feel better. It’s not really life, it’s just a parasite sucking the life from a woman. To me, it is the same thing as referring to a gay as something demeaning, or using a nasty little slang for a woman. It is like referring to minorities in a derogatory term. Perhaps we should begin demanding people call a baby a baby, and stating that the term “fetus” is bigotry against the yet to be born.
To The Pink Flamingo, life is precious. I am so pro-life that I don’t approve of capital punishment unless it is for treason. Then, I think a traitor should just be shot on sight like a rabid animal. Human life is precious. While there is life, there is always a chance for Salvation.
Isn’t that what this is all about – the human soul?
Let’s also be honest here. I cannot imagine the depravity of the “care-giver” who does not mind performing a late term abortion for birth control. I can’t imagine the depravity or the state of the soul of someone who advocates that such precious little angels should be terminated on a whim. Then again, that is between those people and the Lord. I would not want to be in their shoes when they go to meet Him.
They are the very least.
“Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.”