The Growing Divide
ew York expands abortion rights while lowering requirements for medical professionals administering abortion. Virginia Governor discusses infanticide as if he’s talking about what day of the week the trash is taken out. While on the other side of the aisle, Iowa makes it illegal to have an abortion once a heartbeat is detected. The divide keeps growing. It reminds me of Star Wars.
In a scene at the end of The Force Awakens, while Ray and Kylo are fighting, the lands rips apart under their feet and separates the dueling duo. It seems like our country experienced something similar in recent days where the discussions around the sensitive topic of abortion and women’s rights suddenly and dramatically deepened and widened.
It’s hard to believe that the senate was unable to unanimously pass a bill to ban infanticide. I’m still trying to process it. I do understand the logic, as it seems a generation of children who’ve survived botched abortions would make things difficult for public relations.
Would these children have the right to sue a doctor for dismembering them or a parent for instructing them to do so? How might the images of their broken bodies fighting for life outside the womb affect a movement so committed to funding and supporting Planned Parenthood? I understand the logic. It’s repulsive to me.
But as sick as the thought of all this makes me, I cannot help but think of another gap. We all find ourselves on the wrong side of a canyon that we cannot pass. Scripture says that we have all fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23). Our sin disgusts God in an infinitely more profound way than any mortal evil could ever disturb us.
And yet God, in his relentless love, crossed the abyss and offers us life. I don’t want to come off preachy in a moment in which every Christian should shudder and pray and hope that God will change things. But I also can’t help but be reminded that before God changed me, I was on the wrong side of the gap. And he loved me and offered forgiveness.
The gospel shows us all how we all fall short. And the gospel compels us all to love those on the other side. Our anger won’t change all this. But the gospel can.
This is one of the posts where I can’t tie a bow on it and offer the sort of resolution you might expect in a thirty-minute sitcom. But I can point my heart towards the gospel and remind myself, and anyone reading this, that there is a love that bridges even the widest divide, and it’s a love that extends to those who deserve it the least, like me.