Culture, Faith

Modern Day Molech

Have you ever read the passage in Exodus where it talks about Pharaoh ordering that all firstborn Hebrew male children be thrown into the Nile river?  Exodus 1:22, to be exact.  It states, “Then Pharaoh commanded all his people, “Every son that is born to the Hebrews you shall cast into the Nile, but you shall let every daughter live.”  This chilling order was due to the Pharaoh’s notice that the Hebrew people were growing rapidly in number, and this threatened him (and of course they were growing greatly, as God had promised Abraham that “I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me.” (Genesis 22:17-18).

As a child and young adult, I always remembered that the Pharaoh had sentenced all those babies to death, but it never struck me that they were to be thrown into the river.  I thought then of how terrible that must have been for all those parents.  The grieving, the anguish, the sheer desperation and despair.  Now, as a mother, the horror of it overwhelms me.  It also hit me that, despite the fact that it was Pharaoh’s order, it was oftentimes the Hebrew parents who were putting their children in the river, not always the Egyptian guards or the Egyptian people.

There are other parts of the Bible that can almost read like something from the horror genre.  Mentions of Molech, for example.  Molech was a “god” that was worshiped by the Ammonites primarily, but also by other groups such as the Canaanites, which is why the Israelites are warned to stay away from this practice when they enter the Promise Land.  Worship of Molech involved sacrificing children to fire.  This practice is also mentioned in accounts written by Latin and Greek writers, which describe the image of a human figure with a bull’s head and outstretched arms.  The children were placed in the arms of the idol and were then allowed to roll off the arms into a fiery pit below the statue, thereby serving as burnt offerings to this false god.  Children, babies, were burnt alive.  Again, by their own parents.  This time without being ordered from an outside entity. As an act of worship or to appease the anger of this “god”.

Or there was the practice of infanticide in ancient Greece, where parents could simply leave an infant on the side of the road of they so chose.  Of course, this practice ran rampant through many ancient cultures.

It is horrifying.  It is disgusting.  It is rage-inducing, tear-producing, and heartbreak-invoking.   And it continues today.

We have a modern day Molech.  We as a society not only allow, but encourage, child sacrifice.  Please, stay with me here– I may surprise you with what I am going to say.  Of course, I am talking about abortion.  While many claim that the baby isn’t really a baby yet, that a woman has the right to choose, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is a baby.  I know this because first and foremost, God says that it is life in His word.  Psalm 139:13-16 says “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”

Jeremiah 1:5 states that God knew Jeremiah before he was formed in the womb.

That substance that society argues is just a mass of cells is a life.  It is not an “it”, it is a baby.  And women are being lied to by the monster that is the abortion industry.

Forgive me if my anger comes out here.  When I said rage-inducing, I meant it.  But let me be clear.  I am not raging at the mothers that make this choice.  I am angry at the lies they are told.  And I am angry at the ones telling the lies.  Angry at a society, including our Supreme Court, that says “women have the right…” out of one side of their mouth but then turn around and say that women can’t handle being told the entire truth about the life they carry inside of them out of the other side.  I’m raging at a society that tells women that it will be okay, that it only hurts a little but then it is done.  That there are no lasting effects.  Women that have had an abortion (as a whole), can tell you that there are certainly effects, and the hurt is never done.  That having an abortion can affect future fertility, and that it leaves a scar on the very soul.

I recently read a book called The Atonement Child by Francine Rivers.  Amazing book.  And out of all the moments in the story that are captivating, there are a few sentences that remain with me.  Upon learning of the pain her mother still experiences from an abortion she had years and years ago, the main character (who became pregnant through being raped) has the realization that her mother, and so many other women out there battered by the abortion experience, are in a sort of holding pattern.  How, this character wonders, can these women mourn and grieve, how can they experience the flood of emotion they are experiencing, when the world is telling them that there is nothing to grieve?  That there has been no loss.  That their very feelings are not valid.

Does this sound good for women?  Is this something we should be celebrating?  This idea of a woman’s right to choose?  Not only is the life of a child being ended, but women are being traumatized.  They are being used.  Their feelings, their sense of well-being, are being aborted right along with their baby.  And our society applauds this.

Abortion advocates are against ultrasounds being offered for women who are leaning towards abortion.  They often claim it will unnecessarily traumatize the mother.  That is a bunch of manure.  If we are going to offer the right to choose, then shouldn’t women be given all the facts?  Are they children that need someone to shield their eyes from truth?  Why are abortion advocates so afraid for women to see that the “mass of cells” they are carrying are a living, breathing life?  So that the woman doesn’t change her mind and actually have the child?  How dare a woman have the right to change her mind.  Choice is only allowed when it involves removing the “problem”.

My anger also burns at pro-life advocates that are so judgmental towards these women that they scare them away from the truth of the lives they carry inside them.  I have been there myself, feeling anger in particular towards women that get abortion after abortion, sacrificing their children to the idols of convenience and cost-effectiveness.  But then Jesus whispers to me that while these women are making their choices, and a horrible, heart-breaking choice it is, I am not their judge.  I am called to love them.  They need to be ministered to.  They need someone to come alongside them after they make their life-changing decision and show them that nothing, no decision, is outside of the reach of Christ’s love.  And therefore, no decision is out of the reach of mine.  As Christ works on my heart, my heart breaks for these women.

Yes, we have a modern day Molech.  And we need to do something about it.  Pray.  Get involved.  Speak up.  Minister to these women who were told that it would only hurt for a minute.  Work on behalf of our children.  Find a way to change our society so that the value of children is no longer diminished and destroyed.   Fight the lie that it isn’t really a life.

Pray for me as I seek how I am to be involved.



For the sake of being equitable…

One benefit of my husband’s love of technology is that I get to play with many of the “toys” he ends up with.  My new favorite is his Flip video recorder.  This means that it is likely I will begin uploading videos like a mad woman, as evidenced by the video of Eila and now this one. .  Below is Asher smiling for the first time on video camera (and some slight cooing).  Please disregard my dialogue (hardly noticeable given his cuteness), but annoying nonetheless.  I will blame it on the fact that speaking in a different voice, usually that of the higher-pitched variety, is a must listed in the motherhood rule book.

Actually though, it has been proven that the majority of mothers talk differently to their babies because the sing-song nature of “babytalk” influences bonding and captures the infant’s attention far better.  So there.

And I had to post this- I can’t just have Eila’s video on here without one of Asher too, can I?


Sleep Deprivation iPod

Now that I have had two children, I have realized something about sleep deprivation.  1) It stinks. 2) It results in an automatic iPod that plays in my head at all hours of the night when I am awake with the baby.  This iPod cannot be controlled, it cannot be programmed, and it is driving me crazy.

I LOVE music, so you’d think some of the many excellent songs I listen to throughout a day would be added to the playlist.  But no, instead, I get many of the annoying songs that I may hear, or, in most cases, that are a result of having a toddler that likes Elmo.  Blech.

So here is a playlist of past and current songs that get stuck on repeat in my head at night:

1. The Elmo Song.  Oh, how I cannot STAND Elmo.  I want to banish him from my house, but considering Eila has some affection for the furry red creature, this is a slow process.  Thankfully, this song hasn’t been stuck in my head for the past couple of weeks, but now that I have written about it, I am somewhat fearful it is going to return.  Elmo is a true member of the axis of evil.

2. Donuts for Benny.  Normally, I love Veggietales, and one of their newer videos, St. Nicholas: A Story of Joyful Giving, is one of my favorites.  However, the silly song included in this movie, Donuts for Benny, about a dog who is given donuts and begins singing and dancing, is not one of my favorites.  I have heard it way too many times in my head at 1am, and even worse, it is the song the dog sings within the song that gets stuck in play, not the actual song itself.

3. There are some songs I like that I hear over and over during the night, like Steven Curtis Chapman’s song “Heaven is the Face” (you can hear it here  It’s a gorgeous song written about the recent death of one of his little girls and tragedy in general  I highly recommend it.

4. Forever by Chris Brown.  Okay, I’m not a fan of Chris Brown the person, and I haven’t heard any of his other songs that I am aware of, but 1) this song is very catchy and YES I like it, but 2) Eila LOVES watching the wedding entrance video on YouTube that was parodied on The Office.  Jill and Kevin, I still love your originality as well as your dance moves and those of your wedding party, but oh how I wish I could get Forever out of my head.  (By the way, a parody video on a divorce court entrance for this couple on YouTube is hysterical and meant in fun (I hope).

5. Another Veggietales silly song…Bellybutton.  I actually like this one as opposed to Donuts for Benny, but you can only hear “I need to tell you somethin’…I don’t got a bellybutton” so many times while stumbling through a 4am diaper change and feeding before being driven a little loopy.

6. Okay, one more Veggietales song (ummm…this is getting embarrassing)- “I Can Love”- also from the Saint Nicholas: A Story of Joyful Living movie.  Good song, very sweet lyrics, but too catchy and therefore stuck on the sleep deprivation iPod.

7. David Crowder Band- How He Loves Us.  At least this one I like and it reminds me of God’s love for me, even when I am frustrated and grumbling because Asher has ignored his ability to go five hours between feedings so that he can eat more frequently, say, every three.  Darn growth spurts.

8. Home by Daughtry.  Love the lyrics, love his voice.  Don’t mind this one so much. That’s all I can say or my husband may not like it…

9. Let the Waters Rise by MikesChair.  Also one I don’t mind.

10. And for the sake of ending with the predictable and neat listing of 10, let’s throw in a little Baby Got Back.  It’s been awhile, but this has been known to slip into rotation from time to time.  Don’t ask.

Yeah, that’s probably enough for now.

What songs get stuck in your head?