This post is written in memory of the countless infants who were murdered at the hands of Dr. Kermit Gosnell, who was convicted of their deaths in 2013. You can read more about the trial here.
We do not know how many thousands of you there are; nor do we know the names God has now given you. But what we do know is that your lives on this earth were far too short, that you deserved better than you got – and today, we want you to know this: we remember you.
A grand jury named you “Baby C.” We know that you were so strong that you fought for your life on a dirty operating table for 20 full minutes before a murderer’s assistant quickly ended it with a pair of scissors. Oh dear Baby C, we’re so proud of you – you did everything you could to hang in there, but it wasn’t a fair match. You didn’t stand a chance, but you put up the only fight you could, and we remember you.
Your name is “Baby Boy A.” We know that you weighed six pounds when your mom delivered you by induction when she was seven-and-a-half months’ pregnant. We also know that you squirmed on the table before a serial killer decapitated you and then joked about it. Your coffin was a shoebox. Baby Boy A, please understand this: there was nothing funny about your death, and though one of the last things you heard before you died was the sound of a murderer laughing, today there is a great sound of so many more of us mourning your death. Sweet Baby Boy A, you deserved to rest in a crib, not to be laid to rest in a shoebox, and today, we remember you.
You’re called “Baby Girl Aborted by Gosnell.” You deserve a better name than that – you really do. I’m not sure what God has named you, so I’ll just call you “Baby Girl,” because I call my little girls that sometimes. I saw your picture Baby Girl, and it broke my heart. You almost looked alive, and the first thing I thought when I saw you was how much you looked like my little girls when they were born. I’ll bet you would have grown up to be just as beautiful as them.
Listen, Baby Girl, the man who ended your life may not have noticed your beautiful face, that face that was knitted together with care by your Maker – but I looked at your face for a long time the other day, and I will never forget it. Please know that.
To all the innocent children who lost their lives in the Women’s Medical Society Clinic, please know that today, we remember you. We remember you, we remember you, we remember you – and we will not forget.
Though you were not strong enough to fight for yourselves, and you died at the hands of heartless murderers, today, you rest in the arms of Jesus, and you are safe. Rest in sweet peace.