Excitement rippled through the country a few days ago as the National Zoo announced a rare event: the birth of twin Panda Bear cubs. News outlets from coast to coast featured the details about the birth, even offering a Panda Cam for those who wanted to observe the newborns. The cam was so popular, it crashed at one point.
Although the zoo had suspected an impending birth, they were “ecstatic” about the delivery of twins, a rare event for this endangered species. Zoo officials gushed about the delivery as the staff flew into mother mode to help Mama Panda keep her babies alive. Sadly, one of the babies died yesterday.
Everyone seems to love Pandas. I know I do.
But wait. Look at this newborn Panda.
It is nearly hairless, covered with wispy fur. It is pink and weighs about 3-5 ounces. The newborn is compared to the size of an adult mouse. It doesn’t look much like a Panda.
It looks—dare I say it—similar to a human fetus.
A human baby of 14-16 weeks gestation weighs 3.5 ounces and is covered with soft downy hair. At this point in utero, the baby hears, sleeps, and even dreams. She can grasp with her hands, kick, and do somersaults.
Yet at 14-16 weeks gestation and even older, this human baby is at risk for a nightmarish experience. It is at risk for being pulled apart, piece by piece, limb by limb. In anguish. In terror.
No Baby Cams to watch. Only heartless observers with a scalpel bent on abortion and the harvesting of human baby parts.
May God help us and may He deliver these innocents from torture.
Everyone does not love human babies. But I do. And so does the God Who created them.