They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I recently took this one while working outside of a local abortion clinic. The fourth of July is one of the many times during the year that this nation turns its attention to the American flag. It is also a time we hear the phrase “God bless America” spoken or sung, sometimes casually, and at times with reverent awe.
Now for those who well up with national pride at the sight of the stars and stripes and feel compelled to pledge your allegiance, I would only ask that you read this recent post by Joel McDurmon. It provides a concise history of the blind ritual that for many of us began in kindergarten. As for the flag itself, we will skip the history for now and focus on the irony expressed in this image of Ole’ Glory flying atop a banner of human destruction.
At one point during the day I had occasion to exchange words with a young man as he escorted his girlfriend into the clinic. He was mildly annoyed and willfully refused eye contact. In response to our pleas to save the life of his child, he simply stated, “This is a financial decision.” Surprised by his blunt honesty we explained to him how his baby could be adopted, complete with provisions to offset all expenses. He cut off the explanation by abruptly responding, “I know. I was adopted.” He then walked through the door. He had made his financial decision.
Not long after a young woman hurried across the sidewalk to the front door. She too refused eye contact, even while furnishing us with her middle finger. It was as if her profane hand gesture was meant to serve as a barrier, shielding her from truth-tellers. Perhaps realizing her force field was ineffective, she blurted out “You don’t know me! I have to take care of my 87 year-old grandmother!”
In all of this, one word kept resurfacing in my mind. Convenience. We are quite literally sacrificing our children at the altar of convenience. I don’t recall where child sacrifice was blessed by God in the Bible.
I learned that day that people come from other countries seeking late-term abortions at this clinic because they are illegal in their own. If you are seeking a late-term abortion in France, you can find this clinic on the web, hop a flight across the Atlantic, and kill your child. Wealthy young mothers from the Middle East can take a short vacation to also rid themselves of an inconvenience.
Irving Berlin composed God Bless America in the 1930s. His father had uprooted their Jewish family from Russia and crossed the Atlantic in the late 1800s. We now have people coming to our country to murder their children. God bless America? Really?
There have been just over a million American war casualties in our history. This is dwarfed by the 55million abortions since 1973. This picture of the American flag flying above that of a murder mill is surely worth a thousand words. I’m just not sure exactly what it says. I know what it does not say. It does not say “God bless America”. It seems more like a call to beg for forgiveness. This begins with the church.
if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land. 2 Chron. 7:14
God bless America? “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord” (Psalm 33:12).