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.
