To Save the Babies

    Many of the things I voted for in yesterday's election passed. Despite millions of dollars worth of ads condemning Zinke for wasting thousands of dollars, he won. And despite the Tester campaign mass shooting our TVs, phones, and mailboxes with anti-Sheehy ads, Sheehy won. All the votes are not yet counted, but there are not enough still outstanding to change the outcome. Associated Press news, which has spent much of the last few months declaring Kamala ahead in all their campaign coverage, declared Trump had won the presidency, as if they had known it all along. Constitutional initiatives that would change the way Montana handles elections both failed. I did not have strong convictions about those, but definitely lean toward the if it ain't broke don't fix it camp.

    Sadly, the one initiative that did pass, CI 128, Planned Parenthood's plot to restore a great wrong we were finally starting to fix, reopened hunting season on unborn babies. Any size. Any sex. Year round. Montana would not allow such reckless slaughter of our wildlife, but the permit to kill babies is now enshrined in our constitution. I had prayed for the Lord to save the babies. He did not answer in the way I thought, but He did answer in the way He spoke into my thoughts, There is more than one way to save babies. My mind immediately went back to the memory of waiting in the E.R., nine months to the day after Tracy died, while the staff checked out Reed's heart problem. I was not for one minute worried that I would lose my husband that day, the calm, competent atmosphere in the room revealed everything was under control. But I could not resist sending one last "if only" to the Lord--But you could have saved Tracy. And the Lord said, I did. He was right, of course, in all the ways that mattered most to me, He had saved Tracy. Not his by extending his transient, earthly life, but by transporting his eternal soul to heaven.

    I think that is what God means about saving babies. He is taking them to heaven. The choice is between life in the perfection of heaven versus life with a mother who wanted neither the responsibility of her baby nor the inconvenience of her pregnancy. However mysteriously God's perfect sovereignty intertwines with the mother's sinful decision, the outcome is with the Lord. The saint within me both mourns and rejoices for the babies. The mom within me grieves for those women who felt this was their only choice. The sinner within me is gratified knowing that all those who orchestrated this tragedy will answer to God for it. God's purposes have never depended on an election, our cooperation, and certainly not, our constitution. Yet He will use this tragic injustice, as He does all things, for the glory of Christ. State law may no longer protect these little ones, but God has never stopped.