Come Lord Jesus.

Now I understand in part what Jeremiah felt like in the Old Testament days of Israel. All I really want to do is weep and wail loudly. Today isn't a good day. In fact, many days leading up to this day have not been great. I'm not a fatalist nor do I research the Bible to select a year, month, day, and hour when Jesus will return to earth. I don't sit around fervently praying for Jesus to come back. I am a student of scripture and know He will return. He said he would and if He is a good teacher and the Holy Son of God then I know he cannot lie. Because Jesus is 'our' Savior, he will not leave us destitute and so we wait. However, these kinds of days make me a whole lot more anxious for His entrance. Oh what a glorious day that will be! Come Lord Jesus!

The turmoil of the world, the anger in the hearts of people, and the rebellious spirit in humanity toward God and all that God stands for appall me. It should you as well. Take for instance the great disregard for life itself. I watched with pride yesterday as women marched in unity across our nation and I welcome this freedom. Then I considered the hundreds of thousands and maybe more like millions of women who spoke out about their rights being endangered and their voices being silenced. I couldn't agree more. We are all created in the image of God and in the US are endowed with certain unalienable rights. I am for it!

Ironically, this week is one of remembrance for nearly 40-45 million unborn children who never had the chance to utter a word. What about their voices? I wonder how many scientists, doctors, physicists, pastors, researchers, mothers, fathers, and a host of other influential people never had a chance to cry at childbirth simply because they were not convenient? They were silenced. Not to dismiss rape, I grieve for those who endure this atrocious crime. Rape demeans and demoralizes and must stop. Yet, many unborn children not as a result of rape are dismissed without a consideration.

I fear we as followers of Jesus will one day stand before the judgment seat of Christ and have to hang our heads a bit. Not that our salvation would be in jeopardy, but that we stood silently by allowing the slaughter of unborn children who had no voice other than ours. We must repent now.

"Put on sackcloth, O priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God. Declare a holy fast; call a sacred assembly. Summon the elders and all who live in the land to the house of the LORD your God, and cry out to the LORD. Alas for that day! For the day of the LORD is near; it will come like destruction from the Almighty. Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes—joy and gladness from the house of our God? The seeds are shriveled beneath the clods. The storehouses are in ruins, the granaries have been broken down, for the grain has dried up. How the cattle moan! The herds mill about because they have no pasture; even the flocks of sheep are suffering To you, O LORD, I call, for fire has devoured the open pastures and flames have burned up all the trees of the field. Even the wild animals pant for you; the streams of water have dried up and fire has devoured the open pastures. (Joel 1:13-20, NIV)

When our hearts cease to weep in agony for silenced unborn infants, when the sensibilities of an ethical humanity erode into nothing, and when the God given gift of life is set aside in the name of human rights, then we have lost our way. Never mind the fear of silenced female voices in 2017, never mind the infringement on one's right to birth control, never mind the posturing by many to further their 'freedoms'. God will not reward the taking of human lives, nor will God admire the silent voices who don't cry out on behalf of them....I am heartbroken and need solace.

The greatest fear I can think of right now would be that I cry out to God and here nothing but crickets. Lord Jesus Come quickly.