by Molly Noble Bull
God touched my life at an young age and gave me the gift of mercy, and I thank and praise Him for it. As a result of this wonderful gift, I feel deeply for those who are persecuted or treated unjustly, and it should surprise no one that I joined the pro-life movement before January 22, 1973—before Roe vs. Wade.
I happened to be watching television on the day in 1973 that the Supreme Court declared Roe vs. Wade to be the law of the land, and I immediately phoned Alice, my good friend. We wept together over this landmark Supreme Court Ruling, and as we sat there, sharing our grief over the telephone wire, another news flash came on the television screen.
Lyndon B. Johnson, former president of the Untied States, has just died at his ranch in Johnson City, Texas.
Yes, both of these events took place on the same day.
No longer was Roe vs. Wade the top story of the day. Roe vs. Wade was quickly buried under pages and pages of information about the life and death of President Johnson, and all hope of getting the news out about legal abortion seemed hopeless. Many if not most people didn’t even know abortion was legal, and those that knew thought abortion was only legal during the first trimester of pregnancy.
But I knew. My friend Alice knew, and millions of other profilers knew. We just weren’t able to get our message out.
In my next blog, I will explain why our pro-life message was hidden for so long.
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Molly, thanks so much for the post. It's easy to get wrapped up in our own lives and turn our heads to the suffering of others. With the most recent appointment to the U.S. Supreme Court, things are going to get even tougher for those who want to see justice for America's unborn children.
ReplyDeleteMay God bless you for your msg and your ministry.
Dear Teresa,
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing and for speaking up for those who cannot speak for themselves.
Love,
Molly
Molly, Thanks for using your gifts on behalf of those innocents who have no voice!
ReplyDeleteGreat blog, Molly. Keep it up : )
ReplyDeleteGlad to see your new pro-life blog! I pray that the Lord will use it to inspire others to become active in the fight against abortion.
ReplyDeleteI've been away from this blog a long time, but I'm back now.
ReplyDeleteGod is good.
Love,
Molly
Molly,
ReplyDeleteI have no recollection of that time as I was just two years old when all of that occurred. It is so sad to see how far abortion has gone and many Christians do not seem to care. They may talk about it some, but they fail to stand up for what is right and be heard. If everyone who proclaims Christianity protested in some peaceful way, perhaps some of the laws that are anti-God would not be.
Thanks for stopping by, Deanna, and expressing your opinion on this important issue. The blood of the innocent must be up to the saddle horn by now or soon will be.
ReplyDeleteCome quickly, Lord Jesus.
Awwwsome, dear.
ReplyDeleteYou stand for the aborted
which the killers Jesus dispises...
yet, He's waiting for their repentance.
It'll prooo'bly never come.
They're too proud N contemptuous.
Nevertheless, Jesus sez...
EYE HAS NOT SEEN NOR EAR HEARD...
I must see you Upstairs someday.
Let's getta Big-Ol beer.
Gotta lotta tok bout celebrating
our eternal resurrection, cool?
After that, we can fly-away
on your majic carpet.
No?
Doesnt God say ANYTHINGs possible?
Yeah.
Thot so.
cya soon Upstairs...
Yay!
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