Speaking Up for the Least of These

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This was a good year for grapes in our garden. The sunshine to rain ratio was perfect. The grapes appeared to love heat, because they sure responded favorably to our summer hot spell. The funny thing is, I cut all the grape vines off at ground level a few years ago; however, they grew back anyways. I don’t get how it happened; but it did.

I’m glad I’m a lousy grape killer. I hadn’t realized until their rebirth that two of the three varieties growing on the arbor are eating grapes. We’re teetotalers, so that suits us fine.

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But my, oh my, are these grapes delicious to eat fresh from the garden. So I picked a bucketful and carried them into the house. I grabbed a few and washed them carefully under the tap. We don’t use chemicals in our garden, so I have to keep an eye out for critters. I’d rather keep an eye out for them then wonder if I’m poisoning me and my garden.

I carried a bowl of grapes upstairs to my writing room and pondered what I would write about for my next blog post. Before I knew it, I’d polished off the bowl of grapes. All that was left were the cracked and overripe ones. I pushed the bowl across my desk, and that’s when I spotted a stowaway.

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As a person who loves to photograph nature, I was pleased rather than repulsed with the tiny snail that crept along the rim of my bowl. Often when I’ve tried to take pictures of a snail outside, it ducks inside its shell so I can’t see the antennae.  But this teeny fellow was the most outgoing (pun intended) creature I’d come across yet. Even as I moved the bowl around and peered closer, he kept plodding along in search of… of … I’m not sure of what exactly. He seemed to be heading somewhere.

So I took a bunch of pictures. In the back of my mind I gave thanks for having inspected each and every grape before popping them into my mouth. Just because I didn’t see the snail, doesn’t mean it didn’t exist.

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Then I got to thinking (I know you’re probably wondering how I’m going to turn this into some sort of devotional, but here it comes) I got to thinking, this creature is normally hidden away in its shell when a potential enemy shows up. It’s easy to crush one of these creatures when they appear in the garden. I know I’ve done it. But now that I see how delicate and sweet the wee fellow is, I can’t destroy him.

So I carried him outside and put him in the garden. I let him go. My heart feels peace allowing him to grow, take in oxygen, eat, and—no doubt—reproduce. It’s what living things do.

Can you see it coming? Do you know where I’m going with this?

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Please allow me to explain.

Years ago, in my guidance 11 class at the secular high-school I attended, one of the students stood up and shared how glad she was that she had recently had an abortion. She smiled and said the procedure had allowed her to carry on with her life undisturbed.

I don’t recall anyone saying anything about alternatives. No adoption talk. No carry the baby to term talk. I only remember abortion being lifted up as the savior of the day.

Now, let’s get back to my garden…

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I was able to safely eat the grapes because there were no pesticides on them. My organic garden is safe for me and all other living beings.

I’m wondering if the young lady ever suffered from the decision she made. According to statistics I’ve read, she may very well have created a toxic emotional fallout in her life and in her partner’s life. Just because the fetus was hidden in the womb doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. It was alive. It was taking in oxygen, taking in nutrients, and would have done so much more if it hadn’t been destroyed.

If I can have tender feelings for a slimy snail, why—oh—why can’t humankind have the same regard for the unborn?

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We want to put people in jail for animal cruelty, and we post a zillion social media posts preaching respect for animals; meanwhile in a clinic near you an innocent life is being terminated for being an inconvenience. Only a minute number of abortions are performed because the mother’s life is truly endangered. Only a minute number are performed as a result of rape.

We’re hypocrites.

Proverbs 31:8 says:

Speak up for those who cannot speak up for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.

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I’m trying to speak up by writing this and posting it (this is my 4th pro-life blog post). When a friend invited me to view a tasteful pro-life video back in the 80’s, she was speaking up. She was the first person to inform me what was really tucked away in a newly pregnant womb. I’ve got to tell you I was surprised to find out how soon after conception a fetus is able to wave arms and legs around.

That’s why my little snail buddy brought tears to my eyes. I could have easily been that teenager who ended the life of one of my very own offspring. But by the grace of God, I never found myself in that situation.

Please, when you get a chance to, speak up for the defenseless in as loving a manner as you can. Speak because they need us to. Speak because whatever we do for the least of these, we do for Jesus. He said so in Matthew 25: 45 NIV:

I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.

in humble service

speaking for the defenseless

living out our faith 

Wendy / 2016

Speaking Up for the Defenseless  Blessings ~ Wendy

Here are links to my three other pro-life posts (the first is my favorite as it has some excellent must see links on it): A Call to Prayer  Hands that Shed Bee-Dazzling Buzz!

Just because I can't see it, doesn’t mean it didn’t exist. #prolife #Faith Click To Tweet

God help us when He asks why we didn’t speak up for the voiceless. #unborn #memoir Click To Tweet

Speak up for the defenseless as lovingly as you can. #ThursdayThoughts #Faith Click To Tweet