The only reason I asked her, is because it seems that today, you are not defined as a human until you become a statistic.

Until you are a statistic; A Privileged White Girl, a Brown Immigrant, a Black Criminal, an Orange Fascist . . . you are not a human.

So why are numbers that important? Why are statistics so fascinating? Why do percentages and pie graphs stimulate our comprehension? Because they tell the real story via mathematics and “mathematics don’t have feelings”. Numbers are not “alternative facts”. Yet in the eyes of every human, these numbers can be ignored, erased, skewed, or guised by opinions that are biased.

Let me explain. Our election process was considered inferior when the popular vote confirmed a logical winner, yet the electoral vote crowned a theoretical winner. All of a sudden, some voices mattered more than others. If you were a conservative in California, your voice was muted by the overwhelming chant of “I’m with her”. If you were a liberal enjoying the newly built Hipsterville City of Austin, TX, your team was outnumbered by the red “MAGA” hats that surrounded your city.

Now let’s take for instance, something that is a little more important, something that Siri defines as the “difference between organic and inorganic matter”. Life. As of January 23rd, 1973, our world population was almost 4 Billion people. Fast forward to 2012 where we calculated over 7 Billion people, netting a growth of 3 Billion people over the course of almost 40 years. Now, within those 40 years something happened. Many people committed suicide, many died of drug overdose, many died of sickness, many died in accidents, and many died of natural causes. But there is this “small” amount of people who were not given the chance to experience the beauty of this uniquely designed atmosphere . Their death was not accidental, nor self inflicted, it was chosen for them. Over 53 Million, I mean, 1.7% of the population from 1973 to 2012, was not given the opportunity to be held by their mothers.

From what some women have voiced to me:

“It was the hardest decision that I ever made.”

“It still haunts me to this day.”

“Some of these women may have marched last Saturday in LA, New York, or Washington DC. But even after the march, monday morning is still monday morning. The anniversary of that day comes every year, and they are still left with the feeling that it just happened yesterday.”

As a man, I can not give you my two cents, because at the end of the day I can not feel nor comprehend their feelings. But I can tell you that I have been able to introduce them to a God who knows exactly what they have felt, and are currently feeling. However, in order for that to happen I need to stop pointing to the verdict, and start pointing to the Redeemer. His name is Jesus, and I want to introduce you to Him.