Waiting in the examining room for my eye doctor I took a close look at charts showing all of the intricate parts that make up an eye in order for us to see. Each of us has two of those miraculous functioning cameras that give us a three dimensional view of the world around us. It got me to thinking about all of the other parts of the human body that miraculously functions in other ways. It was then that Psalms 139:13-16 came to my mind. “You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous –how well I know it. I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.”
If you have visited my blog regularly, you know that I don’t get political, but you also know how strongly I feel about abortion. My heart aches for those millions of little innocent victims. I was 30 years old when abortion became legal and political in 1973.We were told that Roe v Wade would only apply to cases of rape and incest (when the mother was impregnated against her will) and only be performed as early as possible during the first trimester. In less than a year, a mother could choose to terminate a pregnancy any time for any reason including while the child was being born. Life and death decisions should never be political or beyond a Christian’s ability to speak out about them.
I read three accounts recently that literally made me weep. One was about a woman who said she made peace with her unborn daughter before she had her aborted. Another woman sang a lullaby to her unborn son before having him aborted. The third really tore at my heart. It described a baby who survived an abortion and was placed in a metal pan where he or she cried until they finally died from neglect.
I‘m sorry if this blog post made you uncomfortable. May we never become comfortable or complacent about the taking of innocent life. I made a vow to God when I began this blog nearly two years ago that I would always be open,honest and transparent in everything I write. I have done that to the best of my ability and this post is no exception. Even if we disagree politically, I hope we can agree that the best time for a woman’s choice is before and not after conception.