What I Owe
She dozed beside me as I wrote – nestled in her seat: my newborn “muse.” Our third granddaughter, reminded me one recent morning of the debt I owe to two women who chose life.
Many believe in the sanctity of abortion – as firmly as I believe in the sanctity of life; at one time, I thought abortion was a logical solution to a problem.
This logical solution has become a right in many folks’ minds, skewering our commonsense and consciences. In Texas, where a battle to protect women and children from the horrors described in the recent trial in Philadelphia has caught some media attention, the coarsening of conscience is stunning. A friend reported in her blog:
“Making abortion essentially inaccessible in Texas will add an anxiety to sex that will drastically undercut its joys. And don’t be surprised if casual sex outside of relationships becomes far more difficult to come by.”(You Must Be Joking)
Next, I read about a doctor who described an abortion as safer than a penicillin injection in the New York Times. And in that article, I learned the Grey Lady in 1871, “ . . . ran a long investigative piece about abortionists entitled, “The Evil of the Age.” [NYT Founder, Henry]Raymond’s successors had a different theology, and unborn babies became increasingly invisible.” (Source)
For all the tearful and tough threads that were woven together over thirty years ago, so that I might today gaze upon the face of a sleeping child – or feel the embrace of a little child who though not related to me biologically – has me wholly in their power, I am grateful, and I am in your debt.
How can we help others to make adoption plans that meet unexpectedly expecting women in their needs? God help this generation to love the little children whose lives He is knitting together in their mother’s wombs, for they are each and all fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139)