I’ve struggled with regurgitating my pain and fear during the birthing process of my posts and, physically, gasped at the tangible emotions staring me in the face. In spite of it all or perhaps because of, everything I endured to become a mother pales in comparison to the joy of being a mother and grandmother!
When I made my choice to create this blog and write about the extremely sensitive subject of abortion, the heartache of infertility and the pain and joy of adoption, I thought I knew what I was setting myself up for from the reader’s comments. I prayed about it many times, pondered it, and plunged in.
During my prayer time God made it quite clear; the blog is what He wanted me to do at this moment in my life, and I made a choice to follow His direction.
Then something happened that tested my resolve and convictions. A person whom I shall call a friend for privacy issues in this post, made it known to another person in my life that they thought my abortion views were not compassionate, judgemental, and not based on knowledge of the subject. Because this person is a part of my life, I was not only hurt by the comments, but also the fact they did not tell me to my face or comment on my blog. They chose to go through another person, who in turn, told me. All of this was too close to home and I was angry.
I watered flowers, paced the house, mumbled and plopped down on a stair in the stairwell leading to my garden.
Then, as He is so good at doing, the Holy Spirit said in His quiet voice, “How would you have responded to someone posting or emailing those same opinions?” I sputtered and told Him, “It’s different, this person knows me, I know them, we have a history, they should have spoken honestly to my face so we could have discussed it like adults, not told someone else who had to tell me!” The Holy Spirit did not respond to my blustering. Silence sat down beside me in the narrow stairwell.
I repented. Writing to a stranger about these topics can come across as impersonal and more factual, which in some way is good and in other ways not so good. We feel free and safe to type our words in an email or small comment box and start the healing process or share truths. We tell ourselves it’s o.k., no one knows me. But, the human side to these topics is often tragic and painful. We are here as God’s creation to help each other, to offer a listening ear, encouraging words, guidance and forgiveness.
This blog is very personal, not only to myself but to those of you who read and say, I agree, I disagree, I understand and I feel pain or I feel joy.
My opinions about abortion are based not only on my faith, but on scientific fact and judicial rulings stating that life begins at conception. If you are pregnant and you are human, the child in your body is a human being. Our own Declaration of Independence states: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Nothing is mentioned about first being born, only created, which happens at conception. A human egg comes together with human sperm to create a human being.
My friend said they knew intelligent women who’d had abortions and made that choice with thought and compassion and did not see their pregnancy as simply a lump of tissue. How did they think of it? As a baby? I see compassion, but for themselves, their situation, their lifestyle and stress level that giving birth to the child they aborted would greatly complicate. I am not saying in any way that the choice they made was easy. I’m certain the majority of women who abort anguish over their decision, especially if they deal with it with knowledge of what they’re doing and what the consequences are of their decision. How is choosing to take your child’s life showing compassion for the child? Adoption is a life giving alternative if the woman cannot keep the child.
During a past conversation with this same friend they said that crimes against children were abhorrent to them. An aborted child is killed. How can this not be a crime? Depending on the abortion method used, the baby dies immediately, or even worse, after several hours of horrific pain. Our law tells us this is not a crime as long as the child has not been born. But once born, we use every measure available to us to ensure the baby’s health and safety. The truth of what’s taking place with abortion is unconscionable.
According to our current law a woman has the legal right to choose abortion. Abortion is legal by civil law, but not by God’s moral law.
What is legal is not always right.