Last night was the Walk for Life for the Crisis Pregnancy Center! I so loved being a part of it. Towards the end of the evening, everyone took a silent lap around the track. It was dark, but we found our way due to the luminaries. The inside of the track had ~200 luminaries representing the number of babies that had been saved from abortion due to the Center. The outside of the track was marked by ~400 luminaries representing the number of abortions that had been performed in Gaston County in 2008.
Small candles in white paper bags. Light. Lights, each existing due to darkness. Every candle burns to memorialize a moment of darkness. I took my lap on this outside edge of the track, walking and praying aside every burning token of human life and human sin. People who never lived outside the womb. Children who never saw Jesus's fingerprint on a flower. Infants who never had the chance to change their mothers' worlds. Souls who never encountered situations created for them. My throat tightens at the overwhelming deception in our country, our world. God made every single life. He knows everything about that person. He made them with tendencies and quirks, all designed for that individual's path to sanctification.
Still even in darkness, God is light. Even after sin, there is a candle. Even what was meant for evil, God can use for good.
Each flickering tongue, a life halted by sin, yet no less precious. We pause to remember these lives. Slain innocence. Still the Light shines.
Father, you are beautiful, and I long for you.
