Gruesome glories for a baby butcher

Psalms 127:3-5  Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

The recent appointment of Dr. Henry Morgentaler to the Order of Canada epitomizes the moral decline of our civilization. Though I have been a proud patriot for some 30 years, I am this day ashamed to call myself a Canadian. The red of our flag pales beside the darker red of millions of innocent lives ripped shamelessly from their mother’s womb as sacrifices to the god of choice.  The committee in charge of this appointment have proven themselves shameless worshipers of the same god.

Dr. Morgentaler’s would have you believe that abortion improves humanity, reduces crime, and alleviates suffering (google his website, I will not provide a link to so vile a man).  He points to his legal triumphs and asks for abortion stories, as though he had paved the way for some great and noble thing.  Instead, the legacy of Dr. Morgentaler is one of blood, cries in the night, and crushing burdens of guilt.  No rational person celebrates so monstrous a legacy.

Three days ago, our nation celebrated its birthday, and I delighted in the sea of red as hundreds celebrated. Today, I am sickened, for every sight of red reminds me of the blood on our nations hands.  It is a pity that the medal given to this butcher of babies is snow white.  It ought to be blood red.  May God have mercy on our land.

Jeremiah 2:34  Also in thy skirts is found the blood of the souls of the poor innocents: I have not found it by secret search, but upon all these.

Isaiah 59:7-9  Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.  The way of peace they know not; and there is no judgment in their goings: they have made them crooked paths: whosoever goeth therein shall not know peace.  Therefore is judgment far from us, neither doth justice overtake us: we wait for light, but behold obscurity; for brightness, but we walk in darkness.