I have been quite reflective lately, the complexities of life and the reality of sin and evil throughout the world has wracked my mind at times. It can be so evident at times and yet, I can feel crippled to really do something about what it is that I see. I believe in the gospel of Christ that says there’s something better, something that the majority of the people in the world aren‘t recognizing. In that midst, along with my own failings, I can become discouraged.
Discouraged by the injustice that is everyday before me. Discouraged that I see myself making stupid, sinful mistakes myself. Discouraged by the futile thought patterns that we often hold. Discouraged that people remain homeless and hopeless, hungry and without love, lost and confused, thirsty and not coming to the Living Water of Christ.
But I believe in a gospel that speaks otherwise. A gospel that speaks life and truth in a world that sometimes seems bent towards death and deception.
I just read an article on the gospel coalition that talked about the worldwide gendercide of little girls. In other countries this sometimes looks like straight up infanticide, but most prominently through abortion of baby girls that are identified through an ultrasound. We aren’t just talking about China and India here, though we are, but we are talking about the United States. I watched a chilling video where a woman makes it abundantly clear to a Planned Parenthood employee that she is going to have an abortion through them if she finds out that it is a girl. I felt sick to my stomach.
I recalled our prenatal appointment in Tanzania where we found out the sex of our baby. In preparation for a gender reveal on my birthday, we had the doctor write the gender in a card that we would give to a friend to make either pink or blue cupcakes. After our doctor became the first person to know the sex of our child, she asked us if we were hoping for a boy or a girl, I replied, “we just want a healthy child.” She smiled and said she believed that was the best response. She then told me that other families will have her do an ultrasound and will cry if they find out they’re having a girl.
That weekend we found out that we were having a girl. We celebrated, we rejoiced over her life and what we believe God is going to do through her.
What’s a father to feel when he realizes that had this precious little girl been placed in the womb of a woman other than his wife, she may have been aborted? Sadness, that’s what he feels. He grieves how far we’ve all fallen.
But I believe in a gospel that speaks otherwise. A gospel that says every person regardless of gender has value and a purpose to be fulfilled according their God-given calling. And that’s what I will teach my daughter and every child after that, that’s what I teach the Tanzanian orphans that call me “baba.”
It can be a scary thing to be an adult and realize the complexities of our existence, the ways that people hurt one another and furthermore that sin even comes through our own hands, then to decide that we are going to bring another life into this world. But the gospel of Christ is about redeeming those things, about calling life out of death, bringing light into the darkness, salt into blandness and loving in the face of hate and evil.
I am bringing my daughter into that higher reality: God’s Kingdom, Jesus’ Gospel.
From TGC: “The House began debate Wednesday on a bill that would ban abortions based on the sex of a child. According to the Washington Post, the Prenatal Nondiscrimination Act (PRENDA) would punish doctors up to five years in prison for performing abortions because parents are seeking a child of the other sex.” You can sign a petition in support of this movement at www.protectourgirls.com