If you have looked at a newspaper, turned on the TV, opened Facebook or Twitter, or seen any of the myriad online news sites, you already know that today is the 40th anniversary of Roe-v-Wade.
Right up front, let me say that this post is not about making an argument against abortion. There are a lot of people who are way smarter than I am who have written brilliantly on the topic (Here’s one by Randy Alcorn). This is not a morality post. This is not a political post. This is a sad post.
My heart is broken…and breaking.
My heart breaks for what our country celebrates.
While I am certainly opposed to abortion, I can understand the arguments those under the Pro-Choice banner make. I disagree with them, but I understand their position.
What I don’t understand is how there is celebration whenever someone uses the phrase “a woman’s right to choose.” Crowds go crazy. People clap, whoop, and holler as if their team just won the Super Bowl. I don’t understand. My heart sinks every time it happens.
No matter what side of the debate you are on, how can we not agree that this is a tragedy? This is horrific. This is not “the way it should be.” At best, this is incredibly sad. It is the furthest thing from something to celebrate.
Have you ever talked to someone who has had an abortion? They aren’t celebrating. Most won’t even talk about it. Those who will – even if they believe it was the right decision – are deeply somber as they discuss it. Why? Because their hearts are breaking too.
My heart is breaking for women who are pregnant…and didn’t plan to be.
I can’t imagine what they go through. The societal pressure to have an abortion. The easy, private, and quick access to a procedure that will “get rid of the problem.” The knowledge that a decision to carry the baby to term will be met with just as many confused or disapproving glances as supportive ones.
It is so easy to choose abortion. It is so accepted to choose abortion. It is so “normal” to choose abortion.
It is so hard to choose life. The admission. The shame…real and perceived. The responsibility. The disruption. And for so many, the lack of support.
No. I can’t imagine the pressure, internally and externally. And my heart breaks.
And yes, my heart breaks for the lives lost.
55,000,000. For the record, that number did not come from a Pro-Life group. It came from this article on MSN.com this morning. Wikipedia simply says “roughly 50 million.” In any event, here are the numbers put into perspective:
- 1,375,000 each year.
- 114,583 each month.
- 3,767 each day.
- 157 each day.
- One life every nine minutes.
One or two abortions took place while you were reading this.
And my heart broke.
Photo Credit: Creative Commons – Patrícia Soransso