“America, what will we miss while we are sleeping?” the words to the song While We Were Sleeping by Casting Crowns flow through my head and tears fill my eyes as I listen to the news. In Boston people are hurting, both emotionally and physically and America prays as the media keeps us up-to-date on the details of the bombing. We grieve for the dead and hurt for the wounded and we are thankful for news coverage that keeps us informed. We rejoice to hear about the everyday heroes who ran to rescue the wounded and hurting. And we continue to pray.
But what about the hurt that isn’t covered – the hurt that isn’t broadcast or told? In Philadelphia an abortion doctor is on trial for murder – accused of internally beheading babies who survived an abortion by snipping their spinal column at the back of the neck – and until recently the media is silent because “it upsets a particular narrative about the reality of certain types of abortion, and that reality isn’t something some pro-choice absolutists what to discuss.”
When did the media no longer report the news? When did we quit listening to news that might convict our hearts and send the message to those who report that we as a nation did not want to hear what might condemn or offend? When did we become so caught up in our own little world and the world of our friends and celebrities and cute and entertaining stories that we no longer wanted to hear hard truth? When did we come to believe that truth is relative, that man is good and just, and that as a nation we can govern ourselves without God?….When did I do these things without thought or notice?
“Every son deceived by philosophies that save the trees and kill the children.” The words to the powerful song continue to ring in my head and echo in my heart as I read about a trial that is now in its fifth week and I wonder how much I really want to know. I think about the citizens of Nazi Germany who turned a blind eye to the horror in their own back yard. I think about the words of Isaiah and Ezekiel condemning those who had sacrificed their children to false gods and the words of the law in Leviticus 20:4 and I shudder. Have we inherited a generational curse of slumber? Do we even know how badly we need a Savior?
I wonder what will I do with what I know; I wonder what can I do? I honestly don’t know. I’m not even sure how to pray. I pray for the victims and their families in Boston; I pray for those who hurt and mourn. But who are those who mourn for the victims in Philadelphia? Who mourns for the women who felt they had no other options? Who mourns for the hopeless? Who mourns for a nation that kills its offspring – its future – for convenience?
Oh Lord, have mercy on us. Heal our hearts that are not breaking. Heal our minds that our so self-centered we do not want to know. Heal our tongues that pour forth idle words and are silent when we need to speak. Heal our hands that are not helping. Have mercy and give us eyes to see and ears to hear and hearts that know how much we need a Savior!