New York just enacted a terrifying new law with regard to late term abortions. According to Time Magazine, “The newly enacted Reproductive Health Act expands on what’s legal after 24 weeks, allowing a woman to get an abortion after 24 weeks if her health is threatened, not just her life, and if the fetus would be unable to survive outside the womb.”Put simply, about-to-be-born babies in New York can be killed if the life or health of the mother is threatened in any way on any level. This pretty much offers a pass for any mom to have her baby’s life ended if her doctor feels like it could impact her physical or emotional health.
Stop and think about this for a moment, something as common as the threat of a mother suffering postpartum depression could be reason enough to abort a baby up to moments before birth.
This is a new level of low among abortion advocates. And it breaks my heart, as it should yours.
Abortion continues to be a horrific travesty that has ended tens of millions of lives in the United States. But before you accuse me of being “just another preacher with a political agenda,” I want to make something crystal clear. This is not primarily a political issue for me. It’s an issue of morality and justice. And, for me, it’s deeply personal.
Why? Because I was almost aborted.
After my mom found out that she was pregnant as a result of an affair she had with a married man, she drove from Denver to Boston to have an illegal abortion. This was before Roe v. Wade was put into law in 1973. My mom didn’t want her strict Baptist parents to find out that she had, once again, screwed up.
Mom had all sorts of relational scars. She had been married four times and lived a pretty wild life. Her getting pregnant by a married man was the latest embarrassing mistake in her life and she was determined to eliminate that mistake.
But thank God my aunt and uncle “ratted her out” to my grandparents. My grandpa and grandma got ahold of my mom and told her, “We know you’re pregnant. Come back to Denver and have that baby. We will help you take care of that baby.”
I was that baby.
By God’s grace I not only survived, but was given a new lease on life when I met my Heavenly Father on June 23rd, 1974. As a fatherless kid raised in a high poverty, high crime rate area, I finally had a Dad who would never leave me or forsake me. And that Father gave me a mission in life, to tell everyone I could the hope that I found in Jesus.
In 1991 I started Dare 2 Share and, since then, have been privileged to reach, train and equip countless teens through Dare 2 Share events. Right now I’m on tour with Winter Jam Tour and, in just three months, we will be presenting the Gospel to hundreds of thousands of teenagers in 44 cities across America.
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SOURCE: Christian Post, Greg Stier