End Abortion in California
The fires of Moloch burn hot here. The great dragon relentlessly guards his precious territory. He continually paces the boundaries of his stolen land, refraining from giving the slightest inch. Carpeting the firey and bare landscape is an endless sea of his tiny victims. Their innocent corpses splinter and spurt as he maliciously tramples them. The tearing of their petite bodies echoes through the hellish landscape—the gagging odor of rot and death hovers like a dense fog. The old dragon, Satan, dispatches his minions, his lovers of darkness, the ones he takes captive at his will. Like serpents, the dragon's companions spew their venomous bile, blinding the simple from their vile ways.
The willing and ignorant stand blindly in line, waiting their turn to do the dragon's bidding. Closely guided by his evil servants, one by one, they step forward, tossing their children into the fire like unwanted refuse. They slaughter their offspring for the promise of profit. Now, no longer needed, the worthless fools are cast out into the street. Gnashing and wailing, they cry, "Oh God, oh God, what have we done?" as they choke on the smoke and ash that fills the land, fueled by the bodies of their sons and daughters. Their ash-covered faces lie smeared with tears. Looking up, they hear the great dragon's vicious laughter as the fires of Moloch grow hotter.
"For the children of Judah have done evil in my sight, saith the LORD: they have set their abominations in the house which is called by my name, to pollute it. And they have built the high places of Tophet, which is in the valley of the son of Hinnom, to burn their sons and their daughters in the fire; which I commanded them not, neither came it into my heart. Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of slaughter: for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place. And the carcases of this people shall be meat for the fowls of the heaven, and for the beasts of the earth; and none shall fray them away. Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Judah, and from the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride: for the land shall be desolate." (Jer 7:30-34)
The land of California is wholly dead. The fires of Moloch surround us. If we in this Golden State—now stained black with death—do not stop the murder of our children, we will face a fate similar to that of God's people. How did America adopt such a barbarous custom? God's people should pray, "Oh God. Forgive us, for truth has fallen in the street(Isaiah 59:15). We have dropped it alone. Grief and anger have overcome us for the murder of millions of our precious children—your children whose names are written in your book—tiny little lives curiously wrought by you, Lord(Psalms 139). We sigh and cry for our land. The dragon has stolen it from us. We are God's people, and this is our land. We must reclaim it! Help us, O God, reclaim our land!"
At the California Baptist Capitol Ministry, we are in the battle for our state. Marching through the scorched landscape, our mighty sword cleaves to our hand. The fires of Moloch are searing. The smoke burns our eyes. Our sweat-soaked garments cling to our bodies. Our mouths and lips, filled with the dust and dirt of the battlefield, are dry and cracked, and our muscles are wearied; nevertheless, we swing the sword with skill and precision, determined to reprove the unfruitful works of darkness(Ephesians 5:11). We fight to reclaim our land. With the power of the sword of the Spirit, the beast will fall.
The state of California murders over 400 babies every day. Over 25 percent of pregnancies in California end with an abortion. The murder of our sons and daughters must end. How long do we have before God turns this land over completely to Satan?