For many years now, the third Sunday in January has been widely recognized as Sanctity of Human Life Sunday. President Bush issued a National Proclamation last week, which began with these words:
All human life is a gift from our Creator that is sacred, unique, and worthy of protection. On National Sanctity of Human Life Day, our country recognizes that each person, including every person waiting to be born, has a special place and purpose in this world. We also underscore our dedication to heeding this message of conscience by speaking up for the weak and voiceless among us.
There is abundant biblical support for that first sentence. “All human life is a gift from our Creator” because we are knit together by God in our mother’s womb, and all of our days (no matter how violently short they’re cut) are known to God even before conception (Psalm 139:13-16). “All human life is a gift from our Creator” because all men are His offspring (Acts 17:29) and consequently bear His image (James 3:9).
The last line I quoted from the proclamation urges us to speak up for the “weak and voiceless among us.” There are none weaker and more voiceless than those “waiting to be born.” Many churches have chosen to use Sanctity of Human Life Sunday as one small opportunity to speak up for the unborn. That’s what our pastor did yesterday, as he encouraged our congregation to fight against abortion by fighting for adoption. You can listen to the sermon or read the manuscript here.
Russell Moore went on record yesterday as saying that he hates Sanctity of Human Life Sunday:
I hate Sanctity of Human Life Sunday because I’m reminded that we have to say things to one another that human beings shouldn’t have to say. Mothers shouldn’t kill their children. Fathers shouldn’t abandon their babies. No human life is worthless, regardless of skin color, age, disability, economic status. The very fact that these things must be proclaimed is a reminder of the horrors of this present darkness…
I hate Sanctity of Human Life Sunday because I’m reminded that as I’m preaching there are babies warmly nestled in wombs who won’t be there tomorrow…
Who wouldn’t hate being reminded of that?