The Sea of Hate

Each evening as I prepare dinner, the news plays in the background.  

Sometimes it’s a headline, sometimes just a passing phrase—  but something stirs within me.  

A switch flips, and I find myself contemplating:  

What might God think of our current political climate?  

The poem below is one such reflection—  born from those quiet moments of spiritual pondering.

The Sea of Hate

They are lost in a sea of Trump disdain.

To them, his every move is flawed and profane.

They call him a tyrant, a king in disguise. 

A racist, a hater–truth clouded by lies.

But lost in their own sea of spite and blame.

They point at others, yet play the same game.  

Never owning the wrongs they have done,  

Their hatred exposed in the light of the sun.

When they don't agree with the results of an election,

They riot and burn buildings as an act of rejection. 

Yet they call us MAGA extremist and unkind,  

Blind to the grace that we strive to find. 

But what do we do when we’re let down?  

Do we sulk and rage, wear anger’s crown?  

Or do we pray for those cast aside,  

And love the forgotten with arms open wide? 

Yes, we have values that we make clear. 

We stand for God– the right to life we hold dear. 

We defend the right to bear arms and protect,  

Because our neighbors come first and deserve respect. 

And if your lifestyle differs from our creed,  

We don’t attack or force you to heed.  

We don’t block roads or shout you down,  

We believe all should live free, and never be bound. 

Yet they say we lack compassion and grace,  

While we hold prayer vigils and truth we embrace.

We pray for an end of violence, vengeance, disdain.

For healing and forgiveness, not more pain. 

So for Rosie, Schumer, and AOC,  

I lift a prayer, not hostility.  

They are lost in a sea of hate.

But Jesus alone will alter their fate. 

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson

 

I am Not Deaf

 I am not Deaf

I am not deaf, though some claim that I am.

I hear every prayer uttered by man.

Though at times it may feel as though I'm not there,

I am the God of Heaven and Earth– I am everywhere.

I am not deaf to the cries that I hear.

Nor deaf to the weight of man's fears.

I am not deaf to the pain that I see.

I hold it all in my hand in my sovereignty.

I sometimes say no when men seek my face.

I intervene with love, truth and grace. 

But my no's are all a part of my plan.

To intervene and help you to understand.

I have things to show you when I say no.

And trials designed to help you grow.

So when you cried and asked me to intervene,

My silence was never to be harsh or mean.

You cannot see the Heavenly Realm,

The battles where I stand at the helm.

I am aware that you've asked me before,

But my answers I gave, you simply ignored.

Ask me again– but know that I hear.

As I teach you to let go of your fear.

I could make it so easy, but what would you learn?

Sanctification often comes with a burn. 

And usually, my child, that's what it is. 

As my refining fire gently persists. 

Hold fast to me through every trial, 

I will steady your path and walk every mile. 

It's because I love you as I train you to be,

Someone who will minister before me.

As you come to learn of my ways,

And rest in my presence all of your days.

©2025 Sandra C. Johnson

This poem has been set to music found here:

https://youtu.be/SzDhpJVZLYQ?si=6wtoExKZUEB4E6fM

Reproductive Health or Reproductive Harm?

In recent years, the term reproductive health has been increasingly used as a euphemism for one thing: abortion.

It’s a curious choice of words. Reproduction implies the creation of life—bringing something into being. Abortion, by contrast, is a procedure that ends that process. It’s not reproductive; it’s anti-reproductive.

True reproductive health should refer to supporting a pregnant mother through childbirth, not terminating a pregnancy. Yet the language has been twisted to obscure the reality.

The roots of abortion in America are darker than many realize. Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood, held deeply racist views. Unlike today’s climate, where accusations of racism are often thrown around carelessly, Sanger’s agenda was deliberate: placing clinics in low-income, predominantly Black neighborhoods. Her legacy is documented in sources like this USA Today column (https://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2020/07/23/racism-eugenics-margaret-sanger-deserves-no-honors-column/5480192002/) which outlines her ties to eugenics and racial targeting.

Some fact-checkers now try to downplay this history, arguing that Planned Parenthood today is different. But history matters. The era in which Sanger operated was rife with racism, and there is ample evidence that her motivations were not purely about women’s health. Even today, whistleblowers like Abby Johnson—once a director at Planned Parenthood—have faced backlash for exposing what goes on behind closed doors.

Many people I speak with who support abortion believe it’s primarily used in cases where the mother’s life is at risk. They argue that the pro-life movement ignores these women. But the data tells a different story: fewer than 20% of abortions are performed due to serious health risks. The vast majority—over 80%—are not medically necessary.

Those who advocate for abortion often muddy the waters, using compassionate language to mask a procedure that ends a life. It’s a chilling reality, and one that deserves honest reflection.

Yesterday, I saw a post by Abby Johnson that struck a chord:  

“Healthcare heals. Abortion kills.”  

That simple truth inspired everything I’ve written here.

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Reproductive Health

We call it reproductive healthcare. 

It is supposed to cure, not lay bare. 

Instead of being the place we go to heal 

It misinforms, destroys, and kills. 

We call it reproductive health but that is a lie. 

As the silent screams pierce the sky. 

A world veiled by abortion's curse. 

A name rebranded, an image reversed. 

The title covers the truth. 

So they can re-educate our youth.. 

So these precious young women won’t see.

A child deprived of it's destiny. 

They changed the name to mask the pain,  

To lure the crowd, to shift the blame.  

From “pro-choice” to a softer phrase,  

A cloak to blind, a term to praise. 

They call it reproductive health but the only thing that's true. 

Is they deny reproduction to a child in the womb 

And who knows how many generations have been affected. 

By a procedure that has left them unprotected. 

Abortion was the first term which made it all clear

Kill the future generation before they get here.

Place clinics in neighborhoods of low income and poverty. 

Remove the riff raff from our society. 

They call it healthcare– doesn't that sound grand?

A right for all women right where they stand. 

But healthcare heals, it doesn’t deceive;  

It doesn’t teach young moms to grieve.  

Healthcare should be where hope is found,  

Where cures and comfort do abound.  

Not a place where our bodies are mutilated. 

Genders changed or whatever is contemplated. 

They call it reproductive health but we know that is not true. 

Stop and ponder the life growing inside of you. 

That child, that gift, that sacred plan—  

A life ordained by God’s own hand. 

Children are a gift from God, made in His image. 

We don't get to choose life or death without limit. 

Each embryo worth saving, not for promise or perfection,  

But because it bears His image, cradled in eternal affection.

©2025 Sandra C. Johnson

Now the word of the Lord came to me, saying,

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“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,

And before you were born I consecrated you;

I have appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

Jeremiah 1:4-5