I had the opportunity to speak in church one time and there was a woman who was knitting throughout the service and my speaking.  It is very annoying.  So in the middle of my teaching, I stopped.  I walked over (yes, this is true), I grabbed her knitting project, yanked on the strings and unraveled it.  Then I took scissors I saw nearby and slashed her work.  Then I went back to speaking.  No longer bothered by the knitter.

The church was aghast.  People were looking at me with unbelief and anger.  The pastor’s wife was shooting hostile arrows with her angry eyes.  (She confessed later she was so angry it gave her a headache).

But I carried on.

“People are more angry that I ripped up Lara’s knitting than that God’s knitting is getting ripped up thousands of times every day.”

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb,” it says in the Scriptures  (Ps 139:13).

Violence in the womb is violence against God’s craftmenship, His knitting.  And it is not a small issue.  Humanity is his handiwork.  The womb God’s workspace.  His creation is life.

And it’s no small issue to rip it up.

In one nation they rip up God’s handiwork because it is a girl.

In another nation they take a knife to God’s creation because the baby is made with an extra chromosome.

In our nation they crush the head or even let the baby die from neglect because a son or daughter is inconvenient.

This is a global genocide.

We have great blood on our hands.

Now I may or may not have had permission to rip this woman’s knitting up, but let me ask you this.  Does it bother you more that I actually may have ripped up her knitting than that thousands of babies are ripped apart in the womb every day?

O God, save us from ourselves!

 

PS-  I has asked for permission beforehand.  But again, why does that give us more social discomfort than that babies are dying?