Today I watched as men escorted their women to the place of pain and death, a place where the medical profession (those who took an oath to preserve and protect life) willingly allows and helps women kill their own children, a place where not only children die, but where a part of the women themselves is put to death.   Twice I witnessed men with large crosses adorning their necks as they ushered in another casualty of war, another child condemned to die. What was their crime?  Where is justice?  Why, Lord? Why can this devourer deceive so many? The cross has become nothing more than jewelry. I cannot understand how we have come to this place in our culture where we can outwardly identify with Christ and yet blatantly defy His passion for life, defy His heart for the innocent.  How can this post - Christian nation have even a hope for anything less than destruction?  My heart breaks. New-model cars, fancy clothing, ipods, and cell phones is what I see them all consumed with as they enter in to sacrifice another child to Molech. At what price are these things ours? What must we pay for these pleasures? Living for self, comfort, and pleasure comes at a great cost. The god of this culture has required the innocent blood of our children. When will we awaken? Another individual displaying the cross goes in. The cross, the cross, the place where the very blood of God was spilled to free us from our destruction and cleanse us from our wickedness. Nothing but the blood of Jesus can make us whole. Nothing but the blood of Jesus can wash us from our sin. The symbol of hope, the cross, is so close to this horror yet no one seems to see it. Jesus, please let the eyes of our nation be opened. Let the voice of the innocent be heard. God, forgive us.