Some Thoughts On Boston

Just 8 years old. As we watched the televised reports of horror come in from Boston we were all numbed and in shock. Then the first of three fatalities was identified as an 8 year old boy. There seemed to be an extra punch to that announcement, an even lower blow than the other pieces of news we were receiving. You could pick it up in the tone of the announcers, and you could feel it penetrate to your own soul. So young. So much of life ahead of this young boy, and now it is gone, snuffed out by a senseless act of terrorism. Anger, sadness, grief for the family, and more prayers rising to heaven from all of us. I found myself wondering about the boy. What kind of joys, sorrows, experiences had he been able to taste in his eight short years? We're told that he liked to climb trees in the neighborhood and play outside his home. Ah, the simple and carefree joys of an eight year old. Then I thought about the millions of other children who never had the opportunity to experience even these simple joys because their lives were snuffed out by legalized abortion. The results of this gruesome procedure (as we have been finding out at the trial of Philadelphia abortionist Dr Kermit Gosnel) not all that different from the carnage we have witnessed in Boston. Where is the outrage, the sadness, the grieving, the prayers for the plight of the unborn? When does the outrage, sadness, grieving and praying stop? At seven years of age? One year of age? Six months? One month before birth? Six months before birth? Conception? The only thing keeping these unborn children from experiencing life is time. Time that has been stolen from them simply because it is legal and viewed as the expedient thing to do. Shame on us. May God have mercy on whoever plotted and carried out the act of terrorism in Boston, and may He have mercy on us for the acts of terrorism that we have carried out on the unborn since legalized abortion began in 1973.