When things start to spiral downwards a little, self doubt occasionally follows swiftly behind. My first efforts in respects to making abortion unthinkable were crafted together into a Facebook group called, "A Review of Abortion - The Reality Behind the Term." The other evening, while checking my account, I stumbled upon a notice stating that some of my pictures had been deleted due to inapropriate content. I hunted around my personal profile for a time, trying to recall anything "offensive" that I might have posted. Suddenly it occurred to me that it must have been something from my group. I scanned my photos and quickly realized that a good deal of them were absent. Nineteen to be exact; all illustrating the results of abortion. Thus, I began thinking to myself: "Am I disgracing my God and the title, "Christian" through the posting of these pictures?" 

It brings me no surprise when the world calls my actions offensive. I was indeed, surprised that Facebook allowed me to post those pictures at all. The very fact that they remained untouched for so long was an unforeseen blessing! But when people who know me best (many of them being warm Christian acquaintances) begin to inquire as to why I'm posting such offensive images, I begin to wonder at myself. I question my motives, an action most worth my while. For I understand that when I wish to accomplish a good deed, sin is always intertwined and follows closely behind me. Indeed, the pictures are graphic. There is no doubt about it. But the historic pictures of the men and women who died under the siege of Nazi "discipline" are also graphic. Death by unnatural means brings many horrors along with it. But does it stand to say that because something is unpleasant, because the truth is unpleasant, we ought to turn a blind eye and shade ourselves from its view? Even though I question my own motives, I am not convinced that ignorance is called for in the situation of abortion.

Darkness should never be coveted, and ignorance has never served mankind well. Think back to the holocaust. All Germans were not Nazis. During this historical time frame many of them lead normal lives. They busied themselves with normal tasks. Picture the scene with me: "A German woman is outside gardening; her hands busy in the soil and her mind attentive to her work. Her daughter steps from the house with a basket of clean linens under her arm. She begins pegging them out on the line to dry, crisp and clean, in the sun. Suddenly, amidst the cheery sunshine of the day, a cloud of ash begins to float silently down upon the two workers. A redolent and putrid wave follows swiftly behind it; the smell of death fills the air. The women look up silently, well aware of this unwelcome cloudy visitor, then continue silently with their work." I am a poor orator, but the moral behind this simple illustration cannot be missed. The narrative is mere speculation, but it is based on historical fact. Many of the concentration camps lay a stones throw away from major cities. The occupants were well, but silently aware of what was transpiring mere miles from their doorsteps. Observe the testimony of concentration camp commandant, Rudolf HoB:

"We were required to carry these exterminations in secrecy but of

 course the foul and nauseating stench from the continuous burning of bodies permeated the entire area and all of the people living in the surrounding communities knew that exterminations were going on at Auschwitz." 

As I searched the internet in hopes of finding historical testimony to verify the simple narrative recorded above, my eye fell upon many weathered photographs painting the grim reality of Hitler's "Final Solution." Once again I stare - horrified by the pictures that accompany the lectures and information I find. There's something so striking about a picture, something that words alone cannot sufficiently express. It has been said that, "A picture is worth a thousand words." I strongly concur. Therefore, I must make it my personal occupation to ensure that all who are in my acquaintance see and understand (if they are so inclined) the reality of what abortion accomplishes. 

I write this not only to convince myself that these pictures are needed, but to shed some light on why I feel them to be essential. If my posting of said pictures have personally offended you then I must confess that I have mixed feelings about the "offense" that I cause. In a way, it is very good to be offended. I know that I am deeply offended by this pictorial evidence. One would have to be made of stone to remain untouched by the images that I lay open before your view. I post the pictures, not mainly to offend, but as a call to action. We must DO something about them, and relay the truth to our world that abortion kills a living being - not a mass of tissue or a simple lump of cells. 

We must take a cue from history and remember that the Nazis viewed the Jewish people as lowly and "inhuman." Because of that simple and destructive ideology the world found itself spectator to one of the most inhumane acts of all time; the slaughter of millions. And now we're privy to a similar holocaust. Only this time, we're killing the silent among us, the helpless among us; our own children. Every morning, we wake up, some of us enjoy breakfast, and then it's off to work. Know this: while we are going about our daily tasks 115,000 children are taken from within the safety of their mothers and discarded like trash. This holocaust might be occurring behind the closed and sanitary doors of clinics and hospitals but it is very real nonetheless. How are we going to react? Are we looking up in ignorance? Are we turning a blind eye? Are we guilty of "plugging our noses and ignoring the ash?"