Kudos to the Lynchburg News and Advance for, after nineteen days since submission, finally printing my recent letter to the editor.
It was a prolife piece. I wrote it in response to a horrifying case in nearby Bedford, wherein a mother strangled her two year-old son. The week that followed the case, all I heard was how unbelievably despicable and wicked the mother must be, how the parents waited four hours before calling the authorities, because they were operating a meth lab, how grieved folks were for this inconceivable loss, and so on. We, too, grieved, prayed, and prayed for the family.
Throughout that week, though, I couldn’t help but wonder at the fact that, despite everyone’s conscience functioning properly and all having a due sense of the situation’s gravity and depravity, all the same folks—many of whom I’ve shared fetal models and post-abortive pictures with—go day (3,000 aborted) after day (another 3,000) after day (yet another 3,000) without so much as casual concern for the thousands of abortions committed each day in America.
So, finding few redeemable aspect to dear little Jordan Smith’s murder, and being disgusted by my culture’s (and church’s) apathy toward abortion victims, I felt that I could honor baby Jordan by allowing his death to (God please!) help possibly save some lives of his little preborn fellows by means of this letter.