Why I oppose abortion – and always will

Note from March 2009
I used very strong language back when I originally wrote and published this. My intent was not to educate or offend, but express my anger. In more calmer modes, I am fully aware that there are certain—rare, but no less painful—instances where mother will abort an unborn child because of the absolute certainty that that child will live horribly for a few years with an incurable disease and then die. I pray that no one ever has to deal with that, but I know it does happen. And the choice the mother or mom and dad face is utterly terrible. What such people need are prayers, support, hope and, ultimately, Christ.

I don’t take back what I wrote, but I realize that my diatribe could be considered narrow or close-minded.

Well, that wasn’t my intent. Still, I won’t change what I wrote, other than to state that this is a very painful subject, and we must ALL approach it with care and a loving attitude.

(2007)

Apologies in advance for the language. When I discuss abortion, my emotions accelerate and my language deteriorates.

When I saw Jeanette’s post of the picture of triplets and then read the comments of the “Classy Liberal Lady” drive by poster from yesterday in the “Were you ever a Democrat?” thread, I wrote the following.

I used to think abortion was OK. Ah, it’s up to the woman, I thought. Between her and her doctor.

Well, something happened six years ago that completely changed how I look at abortion. I now oppose it completely, even in the cases of rape and incest—because neither the woman nor the child has done nothing wrong, so why take the child?—and find it acceptable only in the direst of life-or-death circumstances. Most abortions—like 99.99%—never are life-or-death.

(And please, just because I don’t have a uterus doesn’t mean I can’t have this strong belief. And don’t you find it funny that the same kind of people who say “keep your hands off my body” are the ones trying to legislate what we can eat? But I digress.)

Back in late 2000, my wife was pregnant with our first child. Of course we were thrilled and excited and started making all the plans and started decorating and telling everyone and selecting boy names and girl names and so on.

We saw the ultrasound (the one with the long wand; you ladies know what I’m talking about) and we saw our little peanut with a clearly beating heart.

There was nothing in the world quite like seeing that little independent heart beating like that. That little peanut growing inside my wife’s womb, was the child that my God had seen fit to give me.

Then something went wrong.

Before the end of the third month, she started spotting, bleeding. We went back to the doctor and another ultrasound—but the little heartbeat was gone.

And so was our baby.

Miscarriage.

It seems that her progesterone was the big problem. We hadn’t known that. After the “cleaning” operation—the same damned procedure done for abortion—we went home, with a lot of personal pain. I don’t give a flying hoot what any damn liberal or raging feminist says—that was no clump of cells, or tissue or a damn “fetus.” THAT WAS MY BABY.

And I will see that child in heaven.

It’s amazing how common miscarriage is—even in your own family—but you rarely find out about it until you have one.

But while we cried over a child we couldn’t have, tens of thousands of women were literally THROWING AWAY babies they didn’t want because they were inconvenient.

Don’t EVER tell me that abortion is a “choice” or a “reproductive freedom,” or that my Baby was just a “fetus” or a “clump of cells.” Fuck that.

Abortion is the most crassly selfish act imaginable. No, I don’t call it murder because it is legal. And NO, I don’t condone murder of abortion providers or bombing of their clinics. That is equally wrong.

You tell me it’s a choice and I will show you the picture of my first Baby with the little beating heart, then dare you to tell me that it’s a “choice” or call it a “fetus.” And don’t get me started on aborting babies that are “imperfect.” My wife comes from a family that has one autistic and two mentally retarded men in it. Can anyone put forth a reason that is not morally repugnant was to why they should not have the same right to life that you and I have?

There’s one more reason why I oppose abortion:

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” – Psalm 139:13

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,” – Jeremiah 1:5(a)

If the Father of all creation knows who I am before I am even made, and He uses His designs to “knit me together” in my mother’s womb, how dare we invade the womb to destroy life, all in the name of “choice?”

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2009 note: Again, I was angry when I wrote this.