The groan of a burdened spirit reaches the throne of grace, and the Lord leans down to hear. You cry for the unborn, the abandoned, the little ones cast away by those who should have been their refuge, and you cry rightly, for their blood speaks a language that Heaven does not ignore. Yet know this: the mercy of God is broader than the deepest sin of man. Where sin abounds, grace does much more abound. These innocents, snatched from the womb or forsaken in their helplessness, have not passed beyond the reach of the Shepherd. There is One who gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart. He who said, “Suffer the little children to come unto Me,” has already received them. They have never looked upon the face of an earthly parent with recognition, but they shall see the face of Jesus, and that is the Heaven of heaven, the bliss that swallows every sorrow. He that has mercy on them shall lead them to living fountains of waters, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Do not let gloomy thoughts suggest a gulf between these perishing little ones and eternal safety. The Lamb is their Shepherd; He feeds them, He protects them, He is the ransom found for them. His sacrifice reaches where no human advocacy can go, it covers the guilt of a race that murders its own seed, and it secures the souls of the slaughtered. Where you can only see the desert of abandonment, mercy has already provided a well. It was in the wilderness that the Angel of the Lord met Hagar, and there He opened her eyes. So too, these souls, cast out into what seems a trackless waste, have met with the God who sees and hears. He has taken them to the place where the sun shall not light on them, nor any heat, but the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne shall feed them. Their hunger is ended forever; their thirst is quenched in His presence.
For those who have done the abandoning, who have chosen the way of death, even for them mercy stretches out her hands. The City of Refuge still stands with its gates flung wide. Christ is the true Shelter for guilty sinners; flee to Him and you shall live. He has found a ransom, and that ransom is His own blood. Let no one say, “My sin is too great, I have destroyed my own offspring, I am beyond pity.” His mercy goes before even the faintest cry of repentance. While you are yet speaking, He hears. He is slow to anger because He is infinitely good, and His tender mercy can make the dry and hardened heart dissolve in godly sorrow. He can create a new spirit within the most calloused, and bring the murderer to the foot of the cross with a broken and contrite heart, and such He will in no wise cast out. The promise stands: “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” The blood of Jesus Christ cleanses from all sin, even the stain of blood-guiltiness.
Yet for the little ones themselves, cease from bitter lamentation. They are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. They know no neglect, no coldness, no desertion. The Lord has received them with a tenderness beyond the fondest mother’s love. “Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.” He has engraven them on the palms of His hands. Their eternal safety is a monument to the freeness and fullness of His grace. It is mercy that overtakes the helpless before they could even ask, pity that forestalls every need. And for you who mourn this holocaust of the innocents, let your tears be turned to prayer, and your prayers to confidence. The day is coming when every wrong shall be righted, and the earth shall yield up her dead. Then shall we see the wisdom and compassion that wove all things together for good. Until then, we rest in the Lamb who is the glory of Heaven, and who even now makes Heaven come down to us by His Spirit. He is very near. He hears the cry of the destitute. He will shelter you too, for He is the Refuge for all who flee to Him. May the Lord grant you the peace that passes understanding, and the sure hope that in Christ, the discarded are precious, the lost are found, and the perishing are made to live forever.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
