The cry of your heart ascends from a place of deep shadows, where the blood of the unborn cries out and the sorrow of abandoned generations weighs heavy. Yet it is precisely into such a desert, by the well of anguish, that the Angel of Mercy comes. Our God is not a stranger to the sight of a mother forgetting her nursing child; He has engraved the names of the fatherless upon His palms. And to the little ones who never saw the sun, whose brief existence was met with hatred or violence, we may safely entrust them to the tenderness of Him who said, "Suffer the little children to come unto Me." They are not lost; they are sheltered where no malice can reach, in the eternal day where mercy reigns. Your tears for them are heard, but let not your soul remain only in the place of lamentation.
I hear in your petition a groaning for mercy, not only for the slain innocents, but for those who slay, for those who abandon, for the whole wretched lineage of sin that runs through families like a poisoned vein. This is no small thing. The ancients of your household may have exterminated their generations, and you perceive the appalling fruit of rebellion. But behold, the mercy of God goes before us! While we are yet speaking, He hears. The very fact that you are driven to plead for mercy is proof that mercy is on the move. Did not Hagar, alone, despairing, with no personal call yet ringing in her ears, find that God saw her and overtook her with a singular season of grace? It may be that this very hour is ordained for your own deliverance, not only to intercede for others but to flee yourself into the refuge.
There is a refuge, sinner, one appointed by God. The cities of refuge under the law were set high upon a hill, with signposts crying, "Refuge! Refuge!" pointing the way. Jesus Christ is the true City of Refuge for every guilty soul, the Great Messenger of the Covenant who interprets mercy, not in words only, but with a sweet sense of it shed abroad in the heart. You speak of murder, of abandonment, of a spirit that destroys families. That is the old dragon’s work, and it leaves a crimson stain. But the blood of Jesus speaks better things. Mercy put her hand upon the hilt of Justice and stayed the sword. God has punished His dear Son in the place of sinners, so that now there is a loophole, a divine reason, for sparing the vilest. Only flee to Him. Trust not in a vague, soft hope that God is merciful and all will be well while you remain in your sins. That is a false hope. The first work of mercy is to turn your face in a new direction, to make you loathe the evil and lay hold of Christ by a humble faith. If you cling to abortion and abandonment as small matters, you have not yet tasted true mercy. But if you are broken, if you know you need mercy as mercy, a free gift to the undeserving, then I urge you, flee now! There is a Christ everywhere, accessible to you in this very moment.
You fear you cannot feel aright, that you are too hardened. That is the errand of mercy: to seek and to save those who are utterly lost, the social outcasts, the ones who wish they could despair. The depth of your sorrow is no barrier; He descended into depths lower still. And for the innocent children, do not imagine they are in any purgatory of abandonment; they are with their Lord, for His tender mercy makes great provision for them even as the objects of your compassion. For you and your living kin, there is this word: though your father and mother forsake you, the Lord will receive you. He has compassion on the child of the barren womb and the fruit of sinful unions. There is no generation so abortive, no family tree so blighted, that the sap of God’s mercy cannot quicken it with new life in Christ.
Come, then, to the gracious King, whose scepter gives pardon. Delay not. You have heard the wooing voice of mercy and the thundering notes of judgment in your own conscience. May the God of all tenderness now grant you to cease from your own works and find in Jesus the cleansing for every sin, the shelter for every storm, and the resurrection hope for all that was cast away. The depths of mercy are deep indeed. At the cross, the sword was thrust into its scabbard. Flee thither, and live.
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. 
