PRAY FOR THE END OF EMBRYO EXPERIMENTATION

by iPrayForLife

This baby was a frozen embryo.  He is a life that could have been used for experimentation, gene editing, or research. The Thybaults gave him a home.

For you formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You. When I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in your book, they all were written. The days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them. (Psalm 139:13-16)

Buried in the reporting of the birth of the first gene-edited baby in China was this startling statement:

“American and Chinese scientists have used Crispr (the gene-editing tool) to alter embryos in a laboratory for research. But until Monday no one has been known to have implanted them into a woman’s womb.” (WSJ, Tuesday, November 27, 2019)

In other words, the scientific community is up in arms that an embryo that had been altered in this way was implanted and allowed to become a baby, not that research is being conducted on embryos. An embryo is a life, an unborn child in the very early stages of development.

God loves embryos! The picture along with this article is a baby that was a frozen embryo, whose birth parents had no need of. If you have any doubt about God’s view of embryos, read this excerpt from IFA’s daily devotional series, The Immense Value of Children in God’s Eyes, The Value of Even the Smallest Life!

THE VALUE OF EVEN THE SMALLEST LIFE!

In June 2016, during a 6am set in the International House of Prayer Global Prayer Room, I had a vision. I stood at two massive doors. Behind them, I could hear giggling. When I peered through the doors, cracked open, and I saw Jesus sitting casually on a throne with what appeared to be bubbles over his head. He seemed to be playing with them, touching them lightly, making them float away from Him and then back to Him. He then turned toward me and our eyes locked. I sensed He was inviting me to come closer. As I walked slowly down the corridor towards this fascinating scene, the details of the bubbles became clear–inside each one was a tiny baby. As I stood in front of Him, with a smile on His face, He lifted His hands towards the infants and said, “Pick one!” I responded a bit sheepishly with “Just one?” At that point, He gave me a grin which seemed to say, “Silly rabbit”.

It was such a precious encounter that if nothing had come from it in the natural I would have been fully satisfied with this marvelous moment with my King. But something spectacular did happen.

I began to weep, trying to take in all that I had seen. I heard Him say, “Will you loan Me your womb?” This was one of those moments of divine invitation, one that seemed impossible but made my heart scream, “Yes Lord, be it unto me!” You see, I was turning 50 in a few short months and had already reached menopause. But if He asked, I knew He had a plan.

My husband, Denny, and I had heard about embryo adoption a few years back. It was when we were in the process of our first newborn adoption, we met a woman who was pregnant with her eighth adopted baby. Although fascinated by it, we hadn’t given it much thought before then. I began to research and found that in this nation there are over 600,000 frozen embryos (babies) waiting for a womb.

Denny grappled with this new perspective. For so long, we had stood for the safety of the babe who was in danger in the womb and for the babe who was about to be born without a secure future of a family. He questioned why the Lord was asking us to adopt an embryo when we were strong advocates for newborn adoption and had already adopted three newborns saved from abortion. Shortly after I had a dream…

I was standing at my kitchen sink, I had something in my left hand. The water was running and I reached with my right hand to flip on the switch to my garbage disposal and ran my left hand under the water. I instantly knew I had just crushed an embryo! I began to weep deeply. I woke up weeping and heard the Lord say “I’m sorry, I don’t know how else to show you how I feel about this. Whether a life is so small that the human eye cannot see it or an eighth-month gestational baby being torn from its mother’s womb, I know them both! I stood before them declaring their plans, purposes, and destinies. I GRIEVE EQUALLY FOR BOTH!”

It was a paradigm shift for us. As deeply pro-life as we were and are, we could see that we were not looking at life with a godly perspective. We were assuming that one life was more valuable and worth our efforts than the other. God offered the chance to deeply value the smallest form of life, painstakingly surrender my body to give a life who we did not create the chance to be all that he was created to be. “The days fashioned for (him) when as yet there were none of them” (Psalm 139:16)

By Melinda Thybault, The Moral Outcry

(The embryo they adopted is pictured here, Gideon Wilberforce.)