As I prayed this morning in front of the Supreme Court, I saw the flags at half mast. They really stood out to me, waving in the wind, the red stripes symbolizing the blood shed on the battlefield for our freedom. We as a nation are mourning the loss of six of our citizens, brothers and sisters of many. Their blood was shed needlessly and heinously by a deranged man. Contrary to what some say, his thoughts weren’t created all on his own. The ideologies of this fallen world, doctrines of demons and powers of darkness combined in such a way as to make a murderer. That evil man is just as much to be pitied as to be blamed. Can we still love him, our public enemy?
As I saw the flags at half-mast, I received a hopeful thought: some day soon, when our nation receives the conviction of spirit needed to see its error, we will mourn the loss of our unborn. On this day, 8 days before the 38th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, I dared to imagine a time of mourning called on by our President, 38 days for a lost generation. Dream with me and see the soft heart of America, weeping over her millions of murdered children who had no chance at life. Can we forgive ourselves and each other for what we’ve done?
“The Word gave life to everything that was created,
and his life brought light to everyone.
The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness can never extinguish it.”–John 1:4-5