Today I suffered an injury at the hands, well maybe
not hands, of the Supreme Court of the United States. I'm sure it wasn't
intentional, but intentionality is not the issue. My pain is the issue. My
injury makes me a victim and the Supreme Court the perpetrator.
It happened today while my family and I was visiting
the Supreme Court. The building itself fits the idea of supreme. Its beauty is
something to behold. Its size is massive. The white-marble it's constructed of
makes it almost blinding in the bright sun. But what struck me the most about
the Supreme Court is not the building it meets in, but the power it welds. The
Supreme Court, more than any other branch of government, shapes and determines
the future of our nation. It holds the power of life and death for the young
and old, and for the nation as a whole.
Power acts as a two-edged sword. In the hands of the
just, the wise, and the righteous, it does much good, provides much help, and
brings about great blessings. But power knows no boundaries. In the hands of
the unwise, or the unjust, it can produce suffering, pain, and death.
As we waited to enter the Supreme Court, it dawned
on me that the most powerful weapon the world has ever employed against mankind,
the hydrogen bomb, pales in comparison to the power of the U. S. Supreme Court.
The bomb dropped on Hiroshima was responsible for the deaths of at least
150,000 people. The U.S. Supreme Court may not have access to weapons such as
bombs and missiles, but its power to help or hurt is unprecedented. Throughout
its history, it has made many decisions, both good and bad. It presently averages
80 decisions per year. The effects of its decisions may be narrow in scope or
wide-ranging.
The injury it inflicted on me was minor. I needed no
medical treatment and suffered no psychological harm. No one laid a hand on me
and no decision was handed down concerning me. The crime of the Supreme Court
was that its bright, white marble steps combined with a bright sunny day
created an almost blinding light to the eyes of those coming out of the
somewhat muted internal light within the building. Consequently, I found myself
closing one eye, holding my right hand so as to shade my eyes as best I could, while
squinting my other eye to a large degree to filter out as much light as possible.
Unfortunately, my actions distorted my vision, causing me to miss the last step
and sending me sprawling face down at the base of the marble steps.
With my dignity damaged more than my body (but don't
tell my knees that), I quickly jumped up. Steps can cause injury when missed,
and my skinned knees provide the proof of it. My skinned knees and sore hand, however, doesn't
compare to the tragedy that occurs when a bad decision is handed down by the
court.
The code name of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima was
"Little Boy." The decision handed down by the U.S. Supreme Court on January
22, 1973, affected millions of little boys and girls. On this date, the U.S.
Supreme Court, in a 7-2 decision, affirmed the legality of a woman's right to
have an abortion under the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution.
The aftermath of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima pales
in comparison to the horrific results of this decision. As of January 21, 2015,
42 years after the court's decision, there had been 57,762,169 abortions.
How ironic that the 14th Amendment that "forbids
states from denying any person 'life, liberty
or property, without due process of law,'" was used to okay taking
away the right to life and liberty for millions of babies."
The destructive force of the Roe vs. Wade decision
was 385 times greater than that of the nuclear bomb dropped on Hiroshima. Today
many denounce the bombing of Hiroshima calling it immoral, yet they fully
support the killing of millions of babies every year. May God help them to see
the contradictory positions they hold.
The Supreme Court justices are supposed to make
decisions based on the U.S. Constitution, but history has repeatedly shown that
for many justices, the Constitution must take a back seat to culture. When the
nation's culture shifts to oppose the dictates of the Constitution, the
justices find their interpretations being shaped by the culture more than the
words of the U.S. Constitution.
One cannot but wonder, is the political chaos that
is presently occurring in our nation the spiritual result of over 40 years of
genocide? Is this part of God's judgment on America? Only God knows.
What I do know is that my knees will heal, but the
aborted babies will not. I pray for a spiritual revival in our nation that will
bring about a renewed appreciation for life -- all life -- including the
fragile lives of the unborn. I pray for the well being of the Supreme Court
Justices and for righteous decisions in their deliberations. I pray for all the
women who find themselves with unwanted pregnancies. I pray that they will make
the right decision, a decision for life, not death. And I pray for the future
of our nation.