(Christian Gallery News Service, April 4, 2008)  Today the Associated Press reported, "Authorities in Texas said a baby born to a 14-year-old girl in a school bathroom was alive before she tried to flush it down the toilet, killing him...Police said an autopsy confirmed the infant was born alive at Cedar Bayou Junior High in Baytown, near Houston. The boy was probably full term and cried before the mother, an eighth-grader, tried to flush him."

 

I have been walking around crying off and on all morning.  The image of the 14 year old girl hearing the baby cry, then flushing him down the commode pushes tears out my eyes and moans out my gut.

 

I don't react that way when I get close to other types of murder.  Before I read the article about the girl, I had just finished watching a video of a man walking the aisles of a supermarket in Las Vegas methodically shotgunning everyone he saw.  And I didn't weep, I didn't moan.

 

Why?  I think it was because I knew the man was going to be punished when caught and that the effect of that punishment would create at least some deterrent to others who might be tempted to follow in the shotgunner's footsteps.  I didn't cry because I believe I am doing all I can do to prevent such mad men from acting on their madness.

 

But the girl who heard her baby cry then killed him won't be punished, not really.  She will get off with a slap on the wrist.

 

Why?  Everybody knows she has a great excuse for what she did.  Everybody knows if she had just had the resources and presence of mind to take advantage of the facilities provided for her by we the people of the USA, then what she did would not have been a crime at all. The girl could have gone home, recovered from her abortion, then gone about her business as if nothing had happened at all.  The 14 year old girl was not stupid: she knew these things.  She had just refused to tell the people who could have aborted the baby for her about her predicament.  No wonder when she heard her baby cry she could harden her heart to his cries and flush him down the commode.  She knew she lived in a society that would have done it for her if she had just had courage to tell people what was happening inside her.

 

I realize my tears and moans are not for the girl, or even for the baby, really: they are both committed in ways I cannot control.

 

My tears are for myself, that I am a man who lives in such a society and cannot find the power to help everyone understand what God does to societies who reach the point where everybody collaborates in flushing unwanted people down the toilet.  I weep and groan because I am about as sorry an excuse for a godly man as I can imagine.  My Lord Jesus Christ deserves better than I am giving Him, but I don't have the power to do any better than stand around weeping and moaning while young mothers flush their babies down the toilet.

 

The only comfort I find comes from the knowledge that if the people of Georgia would elect me Governor, I'd damn sure make certain the females of this nation heard about what God was going to do to people who flush His children down the commode and don't repent and throw themselves into Christ Jesus. 

 

So if anybody ever asks you why I'm running for Governor, tell them about this message you got from me.

Neal Horsley