I’ve been contemplating who to vote for.
I’ve been praying about it. I’ve been reading (a little) about it. I’m kind of sick of hearing about it.
Two elections ago, I wrote in a name. Last election, I almost didn’t vote, but then, I remembered my grandfather’s Purple Heart and voted how I thought he might. I don’t take the freedom to vote lightly, even if I do feel that the process is corrupted.
I know this isn’t popular, but I have become a one issue voter. If a candidate is pro-abortion, then he or she has lost my vote because of the repeated conversation I have had with post-abortive women.
In jail ministry, as a pastor’s wife, as a missionary, or just as a friend, I have heard many women share their stories about abortion. I have never heard one say that she was glad she did it. To a woman, each one has testified to the lasting regret, grief, and hurt that the loss has caused. Many have expressed anger or shame at having been convinced by a social worker or health professional to end the life of the unborn child. All are bereft.
And their children are dead.
This election, the choice seems to be pro-choice and less pro-choice.
How would Jesus vote? Jesus almost always answered a question with a question. Perhaps he would tell someone to bring Him a ballot. “Whose image is on this ballot?” He might ask.
Well, no one’s. We can’t render the ballot unto Caesar then.
But whose image is on each aborted child? His.
My vote has no eternal significance, and even the outcome of the 2024 presidential election will have very little. However, each human soul is an eternal being with eternal significance because the Creator of the universe brought it into being.
If I can protect even one unborn baby with my vote, then that’s how I’ll vote, no matter how much I may disagree with the rhetoric or personal life of the candidate I vote for.
Every Sunday night, I welcome little children to my church where we worship God together. They are children who might have been aborted. Often, they are children living in poverty, neglected, abused, homeless, or troubled. And in political conversation, people often tell me, “It would have been better for them to have been aborted. Then, they wouldn’t have to face all these hardships.”
I watch them raise their hands in praise to God, laugh and play with friends, and smile with spaghetti on their faces. Death is not better.
“The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence. But we will bless the Lord from this time forth and forevermore. Praise the Lord!” the Psalmist wrote.
Pray for me as I decide who to vote for. I am praying for you too. And let’s pray together for our nation to be a safe place for children to be born, to grow up learning about Jesus, and to spend their lifetime worshiping Him as the One who rescues us from death.
Love Much,
Sarah
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