At the last church service I attended one of the passages highlighted was Psalm 139 verses 13-18
Below I quote the Shakespearian King James Bible’s poetic version. In essence its says of God that he/she knew who we were from the womb. If so he/she probably saw our parents in the process of making us too. I don’t think that King James eurodite scholars imagined that a soul was created in the moments after sex. Even then people spoke seriously of the “quickening” or the first moments the womb feels an intruder kicking. Until that time God would be the only entity deeply engaged with the new soon to be born (nine months is barely a breath of time to God presumably) I, like the 1974 Supreme Court, don’t consider a fetus the equal of any person born……and here is the weekness of the pro-life extremism. They value pre-birth life over any baby that they put on a billboard along our major interstates. Unless there is something special about an American baby. The evangelical right gives the babies dying in Palestine short shrift as they excuse the inhuman means Israel’s IDF MUST use to deal with the vile Hamas rapists and baby murderers that preceeded the destruction of 60% of the housing of 2 million people living in the Gaza strip.
Texas’s baby killing governor Abattoir has given Texas storm troopers the power to prevent Federal Immigration officers from saving babies in the Rio Grand and no doubt he will be reelected with the help of the fetus swooning Christians of Texas. “Some babies are more equal than others” to paraphrase Animal Farm.
I challenged a pro life pastor twenty years ago about abortion by asking him if a baby unwanted here on Earth wouldn’t be taken by God under the protection of heaven. I noted that if God refused to take them in because they hadn’t been baptised that was on God and he wasn’t much better than the pro-lifers who hated to let themselves be taxed to take care of poor babies they demanded be born into poverty and insecurity…..
Psalm 139 verses 13-18
13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
