Thirty years ago, in a quiet cemetery on the outskirts of Houston, Texas, we buried the body of a late-term aborted baby boy with curly black hair. His head had been torn from his shoulders and one arm had been brutally pulled from its socket by the tugging and ripping of the scissor-like forceps firmly clenched in the abortionist’s hand. A surgical incision gaped gruesomely from his small back exposing the removal of tiny organs and his crushed head revealed that his brain matter had been extracted and sold as well. David’s connectedness to humankind didn’t end on the abortionist’s table. Rather, a long line of profiteers would benefit from his death because David, like every other unborn child, was human, like us.
Yet, years before David’s death, God knew a baby boy would be aborted on a cold and rainy day in December in a cold and foreboding office in Houston, Texas because too many hearts had grown cold and indifferent to the plight of the unborn. God knew and He singled this child out to be a voice to the nation. Years before he was slain, God would bring individual people with supernatural assignments together to give this unborn baby boy a purpose, a song, and a name. In the telling of the story behind his discovery and my own awakening, I hope to give David a voice and encourage yet another generation to keep fighting until life is considered precious, again. The same God who attends a sparrows funeral, attends the death of every unborn boy and girl we throw away for the sake of convenience and God weeps.
A Song for David is my story. It is David’s story. And it is Alex’s story. It is the story of how God supernaturally awakened me and charged me with the greatest assignment and adventure of my life. It is the story of David, the unmourned, unloved, and unwanted baby boy who died on December 8, 1988. And it is the story of Alex, the broken, dysfunctional man who saw himself in this brutalized, dehumanized, and discarded child. Most importantly, A Song for David is our story. It is the story of every true believer in this nation for the day will come when we will all answer the question asked in David’s song. One way or another, we will all give an account for what we did while babies died.