One picture is worth a thousand words.
Well, sometimes the truth or reality is unpleasant. Life was meant to be lived and experienced and sometimes you have to put up with unpleasant thoughts. I've seen these exact signs, Although it makes me grimice, it reminds me abortion is taking a live human, not some cancer or dead cells.
Pictures of Holocaust dead are horrid, but seeing them makes us remember to not let it happen again.
If it weren't for pictures of famine in Africa or elsewhere, Americans wouldn't probably write a check to the relief funds.
Seeing those airplanes hit the World Trade Center towers was not pleasant, but it did stiffen our resolve to fight terrorism.
Those pictures are nothing to be ashamed of! Abortion is a right a woman has to her own body...it has nothing to do with any babies or other lives!
There's nothing disgusting about an aborted fetus. Stop being ashamed of your Constitutional right.
Are women going to start be secretive about all their rights? Going to the polls in disguise; dressing as men in the workplace?
Baby Malachi, A History
Baby Malachi
This little baby boy was found frozen in a jar with three other little children at an abortion mill in Dallas, Texas, in February 1993. We were stunned when we found him. There were jars upon jars of frozen children in that abortion mill. Rhonda Mackey, our executive secretary, brought this one jar out and asked me what we should do with it. I had no idea, but I instinctively knew we could not leave it there. We brought the jar to Dr. McCarty, a wonderful Ob-Gyn in Dallas, who put the pieces of this baby and the others back together.
The entire process was put on video as Dr. McCarty, and all who were present, wept at the reconstruction of these precious children. The life that was once there was now gone forever. It became apparent to all of us that God had given us these children, one in particular, to show to the entire world the horror of abortion. One picture can speak louder than a truckload of words.
We prayed, and asked God to allow this little boy to speak to our nation. We remembered the scripture in Hebrews 11:4: "…he still speaks, even though he is dead." It was upon a very specific revelation from our Lord that we had the picture of one baby blown up to poster size. Rhonda asked me if she might have the privilege of naming this little baby boy. She prayed, and God gave her the name that this child would become known by all over the world - Malachi!
This name strikes terror in the hearts of those who kill children, for they know that this child, more than anything else, reveals the incredible horror of what abortion really is. It strikes terror in the hearts of pastors who know they should be taking a bold stand for our Lord's children but realize that, if they do, they will suffer at the hands of their own congregations. It brings terror to Christians who do not want to be confronted with their sin in such a graphic manner. It brings terror to those who agree with their lips that abortion is murder, but by their actions prove that it is really OK! Yes, the picture of baby Malachi exposes the hypocrisy that resides in all of our hearts.
The name Malachi literally means my messenger. Rhonda couldn't wait to share what God had revealed to her. God was going to use Malachi to be a messenger to His church, to our nation, and to the world. Yes, Malachi would reveal the truth that abortion is murder, and that we must speak for those who, like Malachi, cannot speak for themselves. I reminded her of the last verse in the last book of the Old Testament: "He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers…." Malachi 4:6.
We prayed that Malachi would indeed be the messenger that would turn the hearts of fathers to their children. He has done that. Yes, he has done that and so much more! Though he is dead, yet he still speaks! Thousands upon thousands of children have been saved because of his precious little life. It lasted only 21 weeks, yet fathers are now joining the battle to defend the defenseless.
We buried Malachi at the Cemetery of the Innocents in Dallas, Texas, in the summer of 1993. The funeral was held at the mammoth front portico of the Dallas City Hall. Hundreds gathered to pay their last respects to Malachi. We loved him deeply though we knew him not. When those in City Hall realized that we were having a funeral for a real child they demanded that the Dallas Police put a stop to the whole funeral. Captain Kowalski, the head of SWAT in Dallas, told his superiors that he would in no way violate this funeral. This man, who had arrested us on several occasions, now joined with us in honoring the life of this one small (so very small) child. He stood for Jesus. HE STOOD!
When he relayed to me that he would not interfere with the memorial service, nor would he allow anyone else to interfere, I wept. I wept because I knew that Captain Kowalski was now taking his stand and all his officers knew it - all City Hall knew it! I wept because I knew that Malachi was beginning his missionary journey and that he was already fulfilling the purpose for his short life.
Listen to these words, you mothers and fathers who have aborted your children. Listen to these words you, who have failed so miserably and found there is no way to undo the wrong you have done. Hear the word God and your child are speaking to you: "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives." Genesis 50:20.
If you know the mother and father of Baby Malachi, would you please tell them that God is using him powerfully to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves? Will you please let them know, that though they intended him harm, God is using it for good? Will you please tell them that God loves them and that the guilt that has driven them so far from Him can be overcome in one divine moment? Please let them know that it is time to come home to Jesus.
These photographs are the most accurate image of abortion available. Those who fear the revelation of the truth usually have something to hide.
It's a messy, terrible business, and as horrible as the photos are, I think they do some good by injecting reality into a much bandied-about, but deadly real subject.