Can you still hear the ba­bies cry?

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Ex­o­dus 2:1-6 “And there went a man of the house of Levi, and took to wife a daugh­ter of Levi. And the woman con­ceived, and bare a son: and when she saw him that he was a goodly child, she hid him three months. And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bul­rushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein; and she laid it in the flags by the river’s brink. And his sis­ter stood afar off, to wit what would be done to him. And the daugh­ter of Pharaoh came down to wash her­self at the river; and her maid­ens walked along by the river’s side; and when she saw the ark among the flags, she sent her maid to fetch it. And when she had opened it, she saw the child: and, be­hold, the babe wept. And she had com­pas­sion on him, and said, ‘This is one of the He­brews’ chil­dren.’”

Or­ders were or­ders, and they were meant to be fol­lowed. The Pharaoh of Egypt was wor­ried that the He­brews in their land would be­come too nu­mer­ous, and join with their en­e­mies to over­throw them. Be­cause of this, he or­dered that all male ba­bies of the He­brews be cast into the river to die.

Am­ram and Jochabed had a beau­ti­ful baby boy, and they hid him for three months. Then, when he was too big and too noisy to hide, his mother put him in a lit­tle bas­ket, sealed up tight enough to float, and she put him in the river, in the river reeds where the bas­ket would not move.

In­ter­est­ingly, she did what

Pharaoh com­manded; she cast her baby in the river. Yet she had wis­dom enough to do so in a way that he would not die.

See­ing this faith, God en­sured that the next per­son to hap­pen by would be the daugh­ter of the man who com­manded that the baby be de­stroyed to start with, very likely the fa­mous Hat­shet­sup, daugh­ter of Pharaoh. His­tory tells us that this young lady was as feisty as a wild­cat. Af­ter Pharaoh died, she kept the right­ful heir off of the throne for years, tak­ing con­trol her­self. This high-spir­ited girl saw that lit­tle bas­ket, had it brought to her, looked in­side it, and heard a baby.

Yes, I know she saw him, but Scrip­ture makes it clear that the most im­por­tant thing that hap­pened was that she heard him. Specif­i­cally, she heard that baby cry ...

That cry of that baby changed the course of his­tory. Had that baby not cried, that girl’s heart would not have been moved. Had that baby not cried, that un­named baby would not have be­come Moses, the great de­liv­erer of Is­rael. The cry of that baby moved the heart of the princess daugh­ter of Pharaoh. It so touched her that she hired a He­brew woman, his mother, to nurse him for her and then bring him to her sev­eral months later to be her own son. This was un­heard of, mirac­u­lous, and it all hap­pened be­cause a woman heard a baby cry.

I fear that in our land we of­ten fail to hear the ba­bies cry.

Elec­tion sea­son is upon us again, and peo­ple have is­sues upon which they base their votes.

Things like il­le­gal im­mi­gra­tion, taxes, na­tional de­fense, all of these play a role in which can­di­dates peo­ple vote for. All of these things are “voices” ring­ing in our heads as we cast our bal­lots. But the main voices we should be strain­ing to hear are the voices of the most in­no­cent and vul­ner­a­ble among us. Not men, not women, not politi­cians and pun­dits, but babes in the womb.

A young man in our church is a strap­ping fel­low of six foot five, an ex­pert con­crete worker, a gui­tarist, a de­voted hus­band, and a fa­ther to three bi­o­log­i­cal chil­dren and a child they adopted out of a hor­ri­ble home sit­u­a­tion. I men­tion this be­cause, when he was a babe in the womb, a doc­tor told his mother that he was go­ing to be born de­formed, and she would be bet­ter off abort­ing him.

But some­how in her heart this mother could hear his cry, and knew that ev­ery child de­serves a chance to be born and live, a chance to hope and dream, a chance to dare and do. So she de­fied the doc­tor, al­lowed her child to be born, and the rest is (beau­ti­ful) his­tory.

This is what is at stake in ev­ery elec­tion. The idea that chil­dren should be al­lowed to be put to death in the womb now is as ab­hor­rent as the idea that they should have been put to death in the Nile of an­cient Egypt.

I un­der­stand full well that not ev­ery home sit­u­a­tion is ideal. But no child asks to be con­ceived, and no child that has been con­ceived de­serves to be de­stroyed.

So as you vote, vote with a heart that is lis­ten­ing for the tiny voices of the most vul­ner­a­ble among us. Choose women and men for of­fice who will pro­tect the lives of the un­born.

Can you still hear the ba­bies cry?

Bo Wag­ner is pas­tor of Cor­ner­stone Bap­tist Church in Moores­boro, N.C. He is a widely trav­eled evan­ge­list and the au­thor of sev­eral books. He can be reached by email at

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