abortion forgivable sin

Within today’s hand-clasped circles of Christianity, folks have drenched social media platforms with details of “doctor” Gosnell and his hell-tainted abortion clinic atrocities. Indeed, the light of truth needs to be shined into dark places; but during this righteous outcry, we must remember that among us, even in our God-knit groups, are some of the very girls/women who once set their babies into God’s hands by way of an abortion. And since their numbers are estimated at one in three, I reckon each of you knows someone who has contributed to the results of such statistics.

If you didn’t know an abortion-getter before reading this today… you do now.

At fourteen, I was confused, alone, and I believed that the devil-breathed lie was my only option.

[Please fast-forward through high school, college, marriage, some law school & other stuff – about 16 years in all.]

Not long after I turned 30-years-old, I met and surrendered my life to the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Creator of the universe. Many a Sunday I sat on a church pew and bumped elbows with my new friends and family in Christ. I estimate that during three years I listened to about 150 sermons; and three times I cried and died on the inside as I sat through the well-meaning Sanctity of Life programs. Condescending tones of voice, shaking of wise heads, wagging righteous fingers, and all manner of good and godly in which “abortion” was spoken of inside of church walls, forced me throw secret shovelfuls of dirty dirt on the pain of my past. I crammed it deep down into the unmentionable regions of my soul. I thought it was my only option.

You need to realize that as a young Believer, I did not know that that ugly, horrific piece of my past could be and/or should be handed over to Jesus.

Someone just like me, has likely clasped hands with you, bowed their head, and prayed in righteous circles of Christianity today. I reckon they blinked back hot tears and nearly gagged on the godly outcry as voices rose heavenward.

About three years into my Christian walk, I praise God that I heard a teaching about freedom and healing through forgiveness.

Finally someone tore back the curtain just enough for me to see that this Jesus was not only capable, but quite available, and even willing, to set free a sinner such as me.

Even so, I knew I could not travel this road alone as I sought Christ’s mercy; so, with humility and shame to the utmost, I shared my past, my guilt, and my secret with a couple of women. These ladies immediately came alongside me with gentle hands, tender hearts, and Truth-edged tongues. They led me to the very feet of Jesus. Once there, I literally laid flat at the base of the cross as He poured redeeming water over hell’s sin-flames. God drenched the devil’s fiery lies and set me free. What I had done may have been unfathomable to most, but it was forgivable by the Jesus of my salvation.

God doesn’t pick and choose the forgive-ability of sins; He doesn’t weigh them on a scale and set the ugly, heavy ones aside.

But now, several years after my freedom, as the abortion clinic horror reports are brought to light and brothers and sisters in Christ rightfully rally against the diabolical deeds of this “doctor,” the statistics are still the same and one in three women are harshly reminded of their collective pasts.

Some will pray it off and read Truth to dispel serpent-tongued lies; but, others, like me, will stand in the shower and weep so that their husbands and children don’t see or hear their guilt, pain, and shame seep out of new wounds and slip down the drain.

Next to you on the church pew, down the street in your neighborhood, and in the café booth across from you, are the very one in three girls and women. They are your sisters,  your aunts, your mothers, your daughters, your nieces, your wives, your cousins, and your friends. They are me.

Indeed, it is good and godly to stand for what is right and righteous in God’s sight, but please remember that during:

times like this –
it’s easy for forgiveness
to be forgotten.

times like this –
it’s easy for the devil to twist,
distort, lie and deceive.

times like this –
is when all the women among you,
need to be reminded of God’s love.

times like this –
is when already-forgiven women
need to be gently reminded
of His forever forgive-ability of all sins.

Jesus answered them, “Most assuredly, I say to you, whoever commits sin is a slave of sin. And a slave does not abide in the house forever, but a son abides forever. Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed. (John 8:34-36)

So when they continued asking Him, He raised Himself up and said to them, “He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first.” And again He stooped down and wrote on the ground. Then those who heard it, being convicted by their conscience, went out one by one, beginning with the oldest even to the last. And Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had raised Himself up and saw no one but the woman, He said to her, “Woman, where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?”

 She said, “No one, Lord.”

And Jesus said to her, “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.”

Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.” (John 8:7-12)

forever forgive-ability of sins

by Simply Darlene time to read: 5 min
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