Supreme Court's support of Texas was a high

Racing into the burning building, the firefighter checked for victims. Finding a young boy, he cradled him in his arms and raced back out to awaiting paramedics who immediately began checking the boy’s vitals.

Through her stethoscope, the paramedic checked his heart for a pulse. Finally, sadly, she looked up at the firefighter and nodded her head “no.”

This scene was from one of my favorite TV shows, Chicago Fire, but it happens every day in reality; in hospitals, nursing homes, at auto accidents. A stethoscope or finger is used to detect a pulse from the heart when searching for signs of life.

Conversely, at prison, executions doctors use stethoscopes to determine if life has exited the body.

If you ask 100 people on the street if a beating heart is a clear indication of life, all would surely say, “Yes.” But in America, when you add it’s the beating heart of a fetus, half the people immediately backstroke.

I had two incredible emotions last week; one high; one low. First the high: hearing the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) fail to overturn Texas’ new “fetal heartbeat bill” banning abortions at the “first detectable heartbeat” (that normally begins between six-to-nine weeks of a pregnancy).

The low: Watching a TV news crew interview a Texas doctor regarding his response to the ruling.  Wearing the typical doctor’s coat (with “Planned Parenthood” monogrammed to his heart crest) he said, “It’s so sad. Normally I do 25-30 abortions each day but now I’m down to four or five.”

I bristled at the thought of this man - sworn to saving lives – extinguishing the beginning of that many lives each day. I quickly did the math; that’s an average of 135 abortions each week and 7,020 each year.

And while that’s outrageous, he’s just one doctor. How many thousands more are doing the same? Estimation is that over 62 MILLION babies have been snuffed out due to abortion since the landmark case of Roe v Wade. Unspeakable!

I was dumfounded when the doctor then said, “What’s really sad is how inhumane this ruling is.”

I was stunned.  What could be more inhumane than using a glorified shop vacuum to dismember a growing child’s body – including that beating heart – and suck them into a container like so much unwanted trash? 

And why is abortion nearing 50 years of acceptability?  Because it’s so barbaric no one can stand actually thinking or talking about it.

Just like prisons, babies are condemned and executed in their cells, the womb; only these innocents haven’t murdered anyone, lied, cheated, stolen or even taken their first breath!  Thank God for courageous Texas and this stay of execution from SCOTUS!

Justice Sotomayor ripped into the majority justices with her opinion that they had their “heads in the sand.”

Funny how, for 48 years since Roe, SCOTUS has been heralded as a bastion of truth regarding abortion. Suddenly they’ve gone off the rails and buried their heads in the sand and we should pay them no mind for one reason: it’s contrary to the Democratic platform.

Democrats immediately called for “’packing the court” (increasing justices from 9 to 13) and ending the filibuster (legislative obstruction by speaking at inordinate length), one way of killing a bill in Congress.

You can’t have it both ways.

Women screaming, “My body, my choice!” ignore the fact that once pregnant, a different body now grows inside her with its own DNA; three persons now have a rightful say in what happens to it.

And to those who liken abortion to excising a tumor; a tumor doesn’t have a beating heart.

During those 48 Roe years we pro-lifers gritted our collective teeth and kept constant intercession with the Creator on behalf of His most important aspect of life, reproduction.  During that time we’ve begged for an end to abortion.

Perhaps now God has had enough of America being more concerned about individual convenience and recreational sex than protecting the beginning of that most important aspect.

Perhaps He’s also doing something about it with this stay of execution (Thank You Lord!), all based upon the simple sign of life, the beating of a tiny heart.

But, what do I know.

Tom Treece is a Monroe native and musician. Contact him at rttreece@aol.com.