I believe full heartedly that life begins at the moment of conception. The moment a child is conceived, a human being has been added to the world. I don’t agree with people who say that it is simply a mass of cells until it reaches a certain point, and then it can be considered a baby.
Exodus 21:22-6 says, “’If men who are fighting hit a pregnant woman and she gives birth prematurely but there is no serious injury, the offender must be fined whatever the woman’s husband demands and the court allows. But if there is serious injury, you are to take life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise.”
Read that again and let it soak in. This passage does not specify how far into the pregnancy the woman has to be before these things apply. She could be just days along, but if that child loses its life, the ones who took it must die also.
In this passage, God is showing the value of unborn life at any stage – days old to months old. He is comparing the worth of the life of a grown man to that of a helpless child. That boggles my mind and makes me realize just how much God cares about every single one of his children. From the youngest to the oldest, he cares.
It doesn’t matter what age, gender or ethnicity that you are. You are precious in the sight of God because you are alive. He made you with beauty and detail and he loves you. Because of that you have immense worth. Not because of what you’ve done or haven’t done. But because of his love for you.
He loves us so very much and wants us to have the best life (not easiest, mind you) that he died and rose again for us. You might say (like I did in the past), “Yeah, well, his sacrifice was for them. The people. Not me specifically.” But I believe that even if you were the only human being on the planet, he would still have given his life to save yours.
There will always be situations in life that will cause us to question his love and his care. Believe me, I understand that. I went through many months of anger and rage against Him because I didn’t understand what he was doing. And if I’m honest, there are still things that I don’t understand and maybe never will. But that’s okay. When I focus on his heart and his deep care for us, I stand in humbled awe at his majesty. He didn’t have to love me. But he did. He didn’t have to keep me alive all of these years. But he has. He didn’t have to heal me or give me little joys, but he did, he is. I am in awe.
Sorry this is short, but this has been on my mind and heart lately, and I just wanted to share it with you. 😉