Mature godly women in the church are
to teach the young women to love their children.

~Paul, the Apostle of Jesus Christ

~Titus 2:4

The practice of child sacrifice has been committed throughout the world for many centuries. The ancient Aztecs, Incas, and other peoples in Central and South America practiced child sacrifice. In Europe, the Druids butchered their babies as an offering to their blood-thirsty gods. According to Roman writers, the city of Carthage, in North Africa, sacrificed children to Ba’al Hammon, a god imported from Phoenicia.

The Influence of a Pagan Culture

Because the Israelites did not eliminate the Canaanites in obedience to the known will of the Lord, they caused their own children to “pass through the fire” in reverence to Molech, a protecting father figure. Images of Molech were made of bronze, with outstretched arms, which were heated red-hot. Living children were placed into the hands of the idol. The child either died, or rolled into a fire pit below. The worship of Molech occurred in the Hinnom Valley near Jerusalem. Hinnom Valley became identified with Tophet (Hell). Study Isaiah 30:33; Jeremiah 19:12; Mark 9:45.

Making Children Pass “Through the Fire

The practice of causing children to “pass through the fire” was prohibited by the Torah (Lev. 20:2–5). However, many of God’s people did not listen, or obey the Lord. Even King Solomon became involved in this despicable and heartless practice (1 Kgs. 11:4–11). Later, the evil King Manassah offered his own son as a sacrifice (2 Kgs. 2:16), as did King Ahaz (2 Chron. 28:1–4). Child sacrifice became one of the reasons for the Babylonian Captivity (Jer. 32:36).

A Society that Embraces the Murder of Children

Today, child sacrifice is practiced in America in the form of abortion and the transgender craze with parents mutilating their children so they can be seen as fashionable among others. An article on notes that unprecedented numbers of children have been ‘sacrificed’ at the hands of abortionists for the sake of convenience, immorality, or pride. Hundreds of thousands of babies have been killed, so that their parents can maintain a certain lifestyle. God hates ‘hands that shed innocent blood’ (Prov. 6:17), and we can be sure that God is judging this horrendous sin.

A Common Myth One of the great myths the Bible exposes is that maternal love is “nature” to women. Because of the Fall, and because of the influence of a godless society, American women by the millions are proving that maternal love is not natural for American children are being sacrificed every single day in all 50 states and in various territories of the United States.

Every day, many American children are sacrificed on the bloody altar of abortion. Every day, American children are sacrificed to medicine for experimentation.

Every day many American children are sacrificed to the homosexual community which robs them of their innocence, and encourages the mutilation of their young bodies, permanently, without remorse, or shame.

Every day in this country, many American children are sacrificed to the pedophilia community.

Evey day in the USA, many American children are scarified to the pornographic industry.

Every day, American children are sacrificed to child traffickers, who enslave them for sex, or cheap labor.

Every day, many American children are sacrificed to drug cartels who find creative ways to exploit inquisitive young people, or those who are hurting from the pressures of life. 

While living in a culture that demands children be killed, or sacrificed, in one form or another, the Church has a responsibility to call individuals to repentance, protest the slaughter of the innocent, protect as many children as possible, and honor a biblical mandate – to teach women to love their children. When this is done, then more children will one day grow up to remember the hands of a mother that reached out to them in love.

“Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall. Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.  
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.  
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say. Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.  
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.”

~Maggie Pittman

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