A proposal for a national museum memorializing Roe v. Wades' little ones...
If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me, And the light around me will be night," Even the darkness is not dark to You, And the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to You. For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them. (Psalms 139:11-16)(Jesus said) "See that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that their angels in heaven continually see the face of My Father who is in heaven." (Matthew 18:10)
Here's a link to the most beautiful pictures ever taken of unborn children, powerfully visible through the recent technological innovation of very high frequency, four-dimensional ultrasounds. Indeed, we are fearfully and wonderfully made! Meanwhile, each year, like clockwork, between 1.3 and 1.5 million of these precious unborn children are slaughtered while safely curled up in their mothers' wombs. Which makes me think...
While in Chicago for Christmas, Taylor and I went to the Museum of Science and Industry one afternoon. We were wowed by the more than five thousand square foot model train set with much of the Chicago skyline built to scale.
As always, though, the highlight of my visit was walking down the row of unborn children on exhibit in aquarium-like containers mounted at head height down the length of a very long wall, maybe twenty-five or so in all, from the first days of conception to full term. Some find the exhibit ghoulish and I can't say I blame them. These are, after all, the bodies of living souls who bore God's image and likeness, and their nakedness in death is there on display.
But for myself, once again I thought about what a powerful witness to the unborn these little ones are there in the midst of all the gewgaws of technology...
Those waiting in line and those filing past the little ones were quiet--almost breathless with wonder. One mother walking the line with her early adolescent son described the little ones, telling him he'd looked like that when he was twenty-one weeks old in her womb. Her tone was hushed.
For years I've thought Chicago ought to house a mid-American museum to the unborn children murdered by their mothers and fathers, and the doctors they hired to perform their abortions. The citizens of these United States must be offered an opportunity to look full in the face of the horror of the bodies and blood of the fifty or so million infants who have been slaughtered since Roe v. Wade, the 1973 U.S. Supreme Court decision legalizing abortion that will be commemorated across the country this weekend.
Have picture galleries of the baby-killing doctors and the cars they drive--say a scrupulously clean white Mercedes Benz, or a black Lexus. Also, there should be a photographic gallery of the doctors' wives whose food and shelter were paid for by the fees their husband charges to rip little babies apart and flushing their bodies down the garbage disposal. Photographic exhibits should detail every single aspect of their lives--their picture from their high school yearbook, their diploma from med school, wedding photos, pictures of them dancing at their twentieth high school reunion, and so on. Document their lives from cradle to grave. The blood they've shed dwarfs the blood of the Jews slaughtered by Adolph Hitler who are so famously chronicled in holocaust museums.
But then, not just the doctors; also the nurses, public relations officers, United Way committee chairwomen, security guards, escorts, landlords, and custodians--each of them the doctors' willing helpers. Add in the legislators, governors, judges, mayors, policewomen, and justices who refused to guard these children from their murderers. Picture them all, in Technicolor. Perpetually memorialize their crimes against humanity.
Another room could be given over to an exhibit of the baby-ripping and vacuuming machines as they evolved, from the earliest and crudest days when they were loud, to the sleek modern versions that suck silently. Show the stock price of the medical technology corporations that manufacture and sell these machines as the decades pass. Also the pharmaceuticals that developed and now market the morning after pills.
One particularly effective exhibit might be a tunnel through a a large glass fish tank--so large that the tunnel would be four or five feet wide, seven feet high, and thirty or so feet long--filled to the brim with the body parts of the murdered, in solution. This would be much like the Rwandan churches with floors covered in bones, memorializing the 1994 genocide of just under a million Tutsis.
I hope some will come forward to take this idea and run with it. I'm convinced such a museum would be a powerful instrument to call our nation to repentance for her slaughter of fifty million of her children these past three decades. Funding could easily be found.
Regardless of the difficulties encountered, though, such a work would please God our Father Who tells us not to despise one of these little ones.
