In case you missed it, Planned Parenthood turned 100 this weekend. While many were out at clinics hoping to save babies, Hillary Clinton was on Twitter praising the clinic and the sixty million babies they have killed.
She praised the “healthcare” they provide, but let’s be honest – killing babies is not healthcare. And I know they provide birth control and mammograms, but that is not where most of their business comes from. If it were, they wouldn’t fight pro-life centers from going in near them. If they were really about choice, they should welcome any centers that give women choice. But we all know they don’t.
That is what makes this election the hardest year for me. Unlike many of my friends, I cannot support Hillary Clinton mainly on this issue of pro-choice. She’s not just for choice; she’s for unlimited abortions on demand, she’s for making taxpayers fund abortions, and there’s even been talk of allowing infanticide right after birth if a woman changes her mind. All of these are heinous.
The natural choice would then fall on the Republicans who have long been pro-life, but unfortunately they served us up Donald Trump, who until just a few years ago was as pro-choice as Hillary; he was for partial birth abortions, and he said his very liberal pro-choice sister would make a great supreme court justice. On top of that, he was the one Republican in the primary who continually said “Planned Parenthood does great things.” He’s said women who have abortions should be punished because he has no idea what the pro-life fight is about. He says he will appoint conservative justices, but unfortunately he has flipped on every single issue he started with saying they were all just “starting points for discussion.” I know many are still putting hope in him and are therefore willing to ignore his “sexual assault” talk and dismiss the allegations against him, but I can’t do that either. Donald Trump is only there for Donald Trump, and I can’t trust him either.
So as this birthday rolled around this weekend, I was saddened. My heart aches for all those babies who are ripped to pieces and thrown in the trash. It aches for the fact that those children who are totally dependent on their mothers to take care of them will never know the love of human touch. It saddens me that they will never have names or birthdays, and it saddens me that our country’s view on abortion will probably get worse in the next few years.
And so I pray.
I pray daily for these children. Someone once told me that aborted babies don’t go to Heaven, but I have a hard time believing that based on how much Jesus loved children. “Let the little children come to me.” If you are like me, and your hearts are saddened by the genocide of our children, then I urge you to pray. Human Coalition has an app you can download to help you remember to pray. They run several crisis pregnancy centers, and they send out notifications when women have come into those centers looking for abortions. They also send out notifications when those women decide to keep their babies. You can join my team Heartbeats (after my pro-life novels) or you can join a team close to you or create your own.
When politicians fail us, one person never will.
Lorana Hoopes is a Christian author who focuses on the inspirational with a touch of romance.Her books are available at Amazon.