I recently visited the Mount of Beatitudes along Lake Galilee where it’s believed Jesus preached to the masses. It was my most-anticipated stop during this first visit to Israel. I envision Jesus standing where I stood, pouring out His love on the people, desperately wanting them to be saved. Back then He loved you and me too. He even knew us by name, just as He did the millions of unborn babies that He had such great plans for, but were brutally killed by abortion. I imagine how it pained Jesus’ heart when some he preached to left that hillside in disbelief. And I’m reminded how it must pain His heart when babies are killed in the disbelief that He had a better way for them. Dear Jesus, please help us stop the killing.