Here we go
Here I am causing trouble. But only because I saw photos of how
babies look when they are aborted at 8, 9, 10, 11, 22, and 24
weeks. Perhaps I was doubly disturbed because I kept imagining
those photos being my son.
I’m not going to supply the link to the photos if only because I don’t
want to “use” those pictures in order to shock anyone. The death
of those babies is too sacred. But I will say this–I cannot
understand for the life of me how we as a society can sustain the
belief that abortion is primarily about a woman’s right to her own
body. How can we divorce abortion from the harsh reality that it
is the intentional destruction of a prenatal baby–one who at only 8
weeks already has a body, arms, legs, and fingers? 8
weeks–that’s usually no more than 1 month after most women find out
that they’re pregnant.
I know that we can ask questions about rape and incest, but those are
distractions to the nature of abortion. I know we can argue that
an unwanted child will suffer more in life than in death. Or a
baby inflicted with a genetic or environmental disability that dooms
him or her to die soon after birth is not worth the heartache. Or
a baby that will cost his or her mother’s life is not worth bringing to
term. I know there are many difficult issues that arise in the
face of abortion–a matter I see rather black and white.
But let me say this: Where is the community of Christ while these
babies are labeled “unwanted”? Whom of us can step beyond the
rhetoric to be there for them? Will I fight to make them
“wanted”–even welcomed into my own home and family?
I have no doubt God will hold accountable every parent, doctor,
activist, talking head, and politician whose hand, mouth, or pen aborts
an unborn baby. But I wonder if God will also hold us–his children–accountable
for speaking frantically at a safe distance instead of violently
opening our homes, families, and arms to welcome into safety a place of
solace for them. Will he fault us for failing to pray for mercy