Oil Spill / Blood Spill
by Bob Brown
I listen to National Public Radio—a danger to one’s health, some
people will warn. But don’t worry about me, because anytime I have
it on, I take precautions: I don a tin foil hat that I made for
myself and hold three shamrocks in my left hand. Makes driving
tricky, but it seems to be working, because I’m still a pretty
normal guy.
I was tuned in to NPR this afternoon in my car as I was driving to
the library, listening to the latest update on the British Petroleum
oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. An oceanic Chernobyl, a petroleum
Krakatoa—it’s difficult for me to find an accurate descriptive that
would put this environmental tragedy into proper geological
perspective.
However, there is a perspective that, once again, most everyone is
missing. When the radio reporter stated that today (I’m writing
this on June 21) is Day 63 of the BP oil spill, I wondered who was
aware that it is also Day 13,363 of the PP blood spill? That number
is how many days ago Roe v. Wade was decided, and how many
days Planned Parenthood and their comrades have been legally
murdering preborn children across the United States. You expect NPR
not to care one bit about preborn children, but I’d wager that Fox
News and even CBN (if their websites are any indication—I don’t have
cable television) still report on the oil spill several times each
day but go days or weeks or months without mentioning the blood
spill. Abortion is simply not newsworthy enough to be reported on
every day, like the war in Afghanistan and oil spill in the Gulf of
Mexico are deemed to be. Abortion is not terror or horror.
The NPR reporter on the air this afternoon talked about his recent
visit to the Louisiana coast, where he had checked in on various
efforts to rescue sea turtles and wash off brown pelicans (light
brown by God’s design and, lately, dark brown by man’s
discoloration.) Make no mistake; I believe that we are duty-bound
by God to be good stewards of His creation, which means, in part,
that we should extend special care to animals when we have seriously
befouled their habitats. I’ll even go one step further: I believe
that organizations like the SPCA are necessary. I don’t condone all
of the SPCA’s tactics, but since there are unrighteous men who are
cruel to animals (see Proverbs 12:10), other people must organize
opposition to animal cruelty.
The NPR reporter recounted with horror how he had watched flying
fish jump up out of clean water and splash down into an oil slick.
The poor animals were just swimming along, doing their thing, when,
in an instant, they encountered their death. All I could think of
at that moment was a late-term baby, warm and comfortable for so
long, moving down the birth canal, encountering the steel weapon of
her slayer.
The NPR reporter passed along estimates of the total amount of oil
spilled, which range in the tens of millions of barrels. And I
wondered to myself how many millions of gallons of blood have been
washed down floor drains at abortion clinics. How many billions of
little fingers have been tossed into dumpsters or incinerators over
the past few decades? How many families will never know a son and
brother? How befouled have our collective consciences become when
we care more about flying fish than baby girls? We wince, maybe
even weep, when we watch a news clip of a shore bird covered in oil,
but we don’t want to see pictures of aborted children because we
don’t want to be confronted with the consequences of our valueless
voting habits and narcissistic manners of living.
After repeated failures to stop the oil spill in the Gulf, I wonder
if it can ever be stopped. The source of the leak is so deep and so
far out of reach of human hands and machines, how can you not be
worried that we won’t be getting 50,000-barrels-per-day spill
updates on the news 37 years from now, when the entire Atlantic
Ocean is a swirl of oil? How do we know that we haven’t cut Mother
Earth’s jugular? It sounds apocalyptic.
The blood spill, on the other hand, doesn’t dredge up such fears,
does it? Every day, across the earth, more than 50,000 babies are
aborted, but no one is afraid that it’s the beginning of the end of
the world. Abortion doesn’t strike the fear of global cataclysm
into you. It’s a “tragedy”—we are all good at repeating—but not a
worldwide devastation to be concerned about in the same way as we
are about oil spills, current and future.
What kind of danger are we in? Experts have shown how abortion on a
national scale can damage economies and decimate populations, but I
believe that the danger is more insidious. Abortion is erasing the
image of God in us. We are turning into a planet of animals that
eat their own young. When an innocent child is murdered by
abortion, in addition to a life being taken, a family unit is
severely damaged. And the destruction of families is the wrecking
ball knocking down civilized society. Non-believers and the Church
alike are taking a beating.
Yes, clean up the oil spill, but stop the blood spill! I don’t know
how far God will let either go; it would be foolish to make specific
predictions. God may bring relief, or He may bring judgment. But
know that He is not deaf. If God heard the voice of Abel’s blood
cry out to Him from the ground (Genesis 4:10), what kind of roar
fills His ears now?
June 21, 2010
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