Once upon a time…
A beautiful little girl got bundled into a strong, cozy car seat. Her Aunt Sarah had made her a snuggly pink blanket with her name on it – her name was Lilly – and it also had a great big L on the front.
Her daddy picked up the car seat and carried it so her mama wouldn’t have to. Her mama was still tired from having Lilly, you see.
Together, the three of them drove to their pretty house. Although Lilly didn’t know it, she had a puppy Lucky that would be the perfect
scapegoat sidekick someday when she learned to do fun things like dump baby powder all over the floor and fill the potty with a whole fat roll of toilet paper.
All unrolled, of course.
As Lilly’s daddy and mommy carried her into her new bedroom and tucked her into her new bed, their hearts were full. God had answered all their prayers, and now they were home. It was such a happy day.
Not that far away, a different mama sat alone. Now, she was a mama, even though her baby hadn’t arrived yet. This mama was not very happy. She was actually very scared, because she knew her baby wouldn’t have a daddy to carry her carseat after she got here.
When her baby kicked inside of her, this mama tried not to notice. She didn’t know how to be a mama, and she didn’t want to be reminded of all the things that scared her. So she pretended the baby wasn’t real.
Only, the baby was real. She was just as real as Lilly.
Because this mama was so scared, she hadn’t been to a doctor that could show her a picture of her little baby like Lilly’s daddy and mama had done.
She didn’t know that her baby was so pretty, too.
She just wanted to forget about her baby.
But that wasn’t possible, because her baby just kept on growing.
One day, the mama decided she had pretended long enough. She was going to do something about her problem. (She always called her baby “her problem” because she didn’t know what else to call her. She didn’t know her baby was actually sent to help her with her problems.)
She didn’t think about how much her baby would like to see her.
She didn’t think of other people who might love to be a daddy and mama for her baby since she was so scared. She hadn’t even thought about that.
You know, I like happy endings, so I think I’m going to have to stop the story right here. That’s because this story has a very sad ending. It’s so sad that I would like to pretend that it didn’t even happen.
Just like the mama wanted to pretend that her baby didn’t ever happen.
Only she did happen. And it has happened – Fifty. Million. Times.
Where are my tears?
Where are the tears that poured down my face as I feared the worst for Lilly Evelyne? Is my heart so hard that I believe the lie that says that no life would be better than a difficult one?
Sometimes there are no answers except to look up. Look up and beg God for mercy for our nation and grace to stop this madness. We need grace to change our culture so that not only is all life cherished, but all mamas – AND DADDIES – are ready, willing, and thankful at the prospect of becoming parents.
Sure, raising kids is hard. It’s downright impossible – without grace.
So, where do we get the grace we need to love unborn babies and their mamas – and even their daddies?
Where do those Mamas who are hurting, afraid, and alone get the grace they’ll need to go through child birth and face the prospect of single parenthood?
Where do baby daddies get the grace they need to do the hard things, even when they’ve never had to man up in their lives?
Where does our nation get the grace it needs to become a city on a hill again?
Here it is: “Hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ…” I Peter 1:13
Just like we hope for the gift that is to be brought unto us at our birthday, let’s hope for the grace that is to be brought at the revelation of Jesus Christ. When Jesus is revealed, grace is on the way.
When we look at the sunset and a revelation hits us about Jesus, the Creator of that beauty, grace is on the way.
When we try to explain a math problem, and it hits us that Jesus is the One who ordered every cool mathematical trick (like how the 9’s are so delightfully duplicate), grace is on the way.
When we reread a Bible story – or even a bedtime story, and something about the hero reveals a new concept about Jesus that we’d never considered before, grace is on the way.
When I watch Frozen, and Anna’s sacrifice reminds me that Jesus gave up everything because He loved me, grace is on the way.
When I watch Andy Taylor cover for Barney Fife yet again, and I think about how much humility it takes for Jesus to bless me every day of my life without getting the praise and recognition He deserves, grace is on the way.
Here’s what I can think of that can make a difference, even when I am unable to physically stop people from taking the lives of their own children. I can ask God for Jesus to be revealed to me and to those around me, so that grace will come as a byproduct.
And guess what? YOU CAN TOO!
I can’t help but wonder:
What if I prayed as hard for the plight of these little ones as I prayed for Lilly?
What if I begged others to care as desperately as I asked them to remember baby Lilly?
God answered our prayers so beautifully with Lilly; what if we have not a life-loving nation because we ask not for a life-loving nation?
I guess it’s not too late, so I’m asking now.
There really is a good ending to the story, of course. God, who works all things together for good to them that love Him and are the called according to His purpose, can surely make all things turn out for good to those precious unborn babies who are now with Him.
Because you can be sure they love Him if they’ve seen Him.
As for our hurting nation, as for us who want the madness to stop but are at a loss, there is also hope.
“His mercy endureth for ever.”
Imagine what He could do if we turn to Him and desperately beg Him to heal our hurting neighbors and their children, both born and unborn?
We saw His heart when it came to Lilly Evelyne. She came home today, over a week earlier than the doctors said. We saw how eager He was to make her perfectly whole.
Don’t you think He wants to do that for our poor land?
So now, as emphatically as I asked you to pray for Lilly Evelyne, I beg you to pray for America and her children.
Pray that life will be cherished.
Pray that parents will have wisdom that comes from Jesus.
And pray that in each of our lives, constantly, Jesus will be revealed through all things.
And when you pray that, look out – grace is on the way!
Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
As obedient children, not fashioning yourselves according to the former lusts in your ignorance:
But as he which hath called you is holy, so be ye holy in all manner of conversation;
Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.