The Supreme Court Injured Me

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.