The God Who Defies the Spirit of Abortion

You can see the King walking through the field. Silver moonlight glimmers off his golden crown. The singing stars harmonize with the sigh of wind through wheat. All is calm.But then a cry breaks the peace — the desperate sound of a dying child. The King hears it and runs to find the source before the little life blinks out. After several minutes frantically searching through the waist-high wheat, he stumbles across the baby, naked in the dirt. Wallowing in her own blood, she is sticky with mud a