Apr
9
2014
Children On The Side Of the Road
Posted in Family Life 8 Comments
It was a preschool field trip.
A busload of four-year old children and some parent volunteers.
One of those volunteers would be me.
I was very anxious to spend the day with my youngest child.
If your parent went on the bus with you, you were able to sit with them.
If a child did not have a parent with them, they could be assigned to you.
That day, there were enough volunteers, so my daughter and I were together.
We were going to a beautiful public garden.
That particular public garden is one of my favorite places to visit.
It has just won the award for being the number one public garden in North America.
The children were interested in seeing the flowers, the fountains, and some butterflies.
Their excitement was contagious.
We all entered the yellow school bus and took our seats.
I remember looking over at my daughter and seeing her legs sticking straight out in front.
She was not tall enough to sit on the bench seat properly.
She cuddled close and rested her head on my shoulder.
Brown bag lunches were collected and put into a large container.
We would be eating them later around the fountains.
It was about a thirty-minute drive to the gardens.
Already there were questions of, Are we there yet?
We ventured out on the highway.
This road would take us right to the entrance.
The speed limit was fifty-five miles an hour on this road but we were going much slower.
Without warning, the bus driver pulled the bus to the side of the road.
The mothers were the ones asking questions at this point.
Asking but keeping the children calm in the meantime.
Without any alarm in his voice, the bus driver called for assistance.
We would have to wait on the highway in a broken down bus filled with preschoolers.
Wait patiently until help came.
I remember the cars whizzing by us.
The bus actually shook as they passed.
One mother took the lead and started to sing.
The children joined in and sang along.
On Top Of Spaghetti seemed to be the favorite.
You can only sing for so long before the children began to get frightened.
This was not the way a field trip was supposed to be.
After a long wait, the second bus finally came.
It pulled up behind us, as close to the back bumper as it could possibly get.
The volunteers all looked at each other waiting for instructions.
The children began to stand up and were told to sit back down.
The bus driver and the teacher made an announcement.
We would be transporting the children from one bus to the other.
Somehow a busload of preschoolers needed to walk on the shoulder of the highway.
We continued to pray as we had been doing all along.
The volunteers got off the bus first and made a human chain.
We stood shoulder to shoulder along the highway as cars sped by us.
We took the first child and literally handed him down from one adult to the next.
He never once was without an adult hand on his shoulder.
The next child followed and the next until they were all safely on the second bus.
The volunteers all looked at each other and smiled; a few fist pumped the air.
We were a human shield; keeping danger away from these precious children.
Anything that was going to harm these children would have to go through us first.
Does location alone determine which child should be protected?
Was it the mere fact that these children were alive the determining factor?
They were living and breathing children in need of adult protection.
We would never dream of throwing them off the bus into the highway.
But we do.
We dispose of children every day in abortion clinics all over the country.
We throw away children and toss them in the dumpster.
No one bats an eye; what is wrong with throwing away mere globs of tissue?
The children that culture deems disposable are alive.
Their heart is beating.
At conception, they are genetically all they are going to be.
Hair color, shape of nose, and eye color has all been determined.
All these children need is time.
Time to grow in the protected environment of their mother’s womb.
What if the volunteers treated the preschoolers like we treat the unborn?
What if we gathered the children in trash bags and left them on the side of the road?
We would all have been arrested for child endangerment, and rightfully so.
We would be appalled if we saw bags of children lying on the highway.
Why are we not appalled when we read about bags of children thrown into dumpsters?
The bodies of thousands of aborted and miscarried babies were incinerated in the UK.
The bodies were used in ‘waste-to-energy’ plants, which generate power.
Hospitals that are supposed to heal the sick, incinerated their unborn children for heat.
Why are we not weeping?
Why are we not saying, enough!
Why are we not on our knees in repentance as a nation?
Until we value life from the cradle to the grave, we will continue to see a cultural demise.
We must form a human shield, protecting those that cannot protect themselves.
We are a lost people when we kill our children.
Preschoolers on the side of the road or unborn babies in dumpsters are equally heinous.
There is no difference.
A child is a child from the moment of conception and needs to be protected.
What kind of adults are we if we stand by and yawn while our children are slain?
How can we not weep when bodies of children are used to keep us warm?
We must begin to see life, ALL life, as precious to God and therefore precious to us.
We must protect it above all else.
Location is not a determinant of value.
With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food when My people were destroyed. (Lamentations 4:10)
There is forgiveness in Christ Jesus.
On the cross, Jesus died for our sins, past, present, and future.
If we come to Him in repentance, and ask forgiveness, we will be justified.
There is salvation in no one else.
Oh Father, forgive us for the heinous crimes we are committing against Your children.
Open our eyes to see; open our mouths to say, “Enough!” Renew our minds so that we see the sins we have committed against YOU! Father, we need You desperately to change our hearts and give us the courage to fight for the life of Your precious children.
Thanks Gina,
God must have told you where my heart is today in fighting for the children, the born and the pre-born. The workers who speak out to be counted for life are so few. The aborted children, torn from the incubation of their families, now finding security in paper blankets and sheets at the borders, used for pawns for man to get his way. What must God think of us? The children used as human shields by Hamas, those killed while constructing tunnels used by man to get his way. Those babies whose bodies are used to generate heat, so that man can have his warmth, come Lord Jesus. Not to mention those used as sex slaves, from the babies to youths, for man’s pleasures. I pray, come quickly Lord Jesus, so that the children who are precious in your sight may live. This is a problem of Man without God. Return quickly Lord Jesus. Nothing but the blood of Jesus can make us whole again. For our cleansing, this is my plea. No other fount I know, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Ruth,
You have such undying passion for the unborn. Life is precious and a gift from God from the cradle to the grave. Thank you for your perseverance in the battle.
Gina
This subject is near and dear to my heart. I serve on the Board of Directors of Chester County Women’s Services. It is a blessing to be aligned with a group of men and women who value life, from conception to end of life, and who boldly let the Will of God be known with regard to the heinous manner in which life is snatched away from the unborn. May we repent before God for our silence and the blind eyes that “seeing, do not see!”
Reverend Acey, thank you for your service on the Board of Directors of Chester County Women’s Services. Supporting our local crisis pregnancy centers both financially and more importantly through prayer is so necessary. Encouraging young mothers who choose life is vital as they go forward in sometimes difficult circumstances. Thank you for the important Kingdom work that you do.
Gina
As you might know, I love driving these children. We have wonderful teachers and great
children, and parents who attend our Preschool and Academy. I also have the same love and compassion for the preborn. I don’t know how we can escape judgement for this.
Also for anyone from Windsor who is interested, I don’t know whether you know it or not, but Chester County Women’s Services has a banquet coming up on May 5, from 6:00PM to 9:00PM. Windsor has a table of 10 reserved, but we would love to fill another table. If interested, contact Pastor Ben.
Charlie,
You are so right. We all need to support our local crisis pregnancy centers. They do such important work and need our prayers and our help.
I am glad you remember this story, since you were the bus driver that day. I will never forget how you took such good care of us and how God protected us. We need to protect the unborn child with the same fervor. Thank you for your heart of compassion, Charlie.
Gina
AMEN!!!!!!!
Yes, Janet…kindred spirits, you and I.
Gina