I remember when, a long time ago, I would hear constantly that life was a miracle and that new babies were precious and priceless. I believed that with all my heart, for, at the time, I was an only child, and wished constantly for a baby sister. It wasn’t until I entered high school that my oldest brother was born. A year and a half later my twin brothers followed. They weren’t girls, of course, but they were precious to me anyway (they still are).
I grew up convinced that life was the greatest miracle God ever performed, and that each person was sacred, not because he existed, but because he belonged to God, and also because only God could decide each child’s destiny. My attitudes changed throughout the years, for I was prone to influences, good and bad. However I strayed, however, I always sought the truth, and though it was difficult at times to admit I was ever wrong, I could never completely ignore the fact that what I’d learned at both my mother’s and grandmother’s knees would prove to be the only intelligent way to go.
I was immersed in other pursuits when the Supreme Court made their unprecedented ruling that made it legal to kill unborn human beings. I was not aware that this decision (Roe vs. Wade) was twinned with another ruling (Doe vs. Bolton). This latter made it legal to not only murder in the first three months of life, but all nine months of pregnancy for “medical” reasons (health, anxiety, age, financial responsibilities, etc.)
By the time I got involved the ball was really rolling – downhill. New forms of contraception (some abortifant) had emerged; new techniques had been approved; new pills had appeared on the market. Some of these techniques and some of these pills were killing not only the unborn babies, but their mothers, as well. For whatever reason, they were still being touted as” health care”. I had to become involved.
The reason I knew so little about all of these transactions was that the press was not publicizing them. Even local presses were afraid to confront the lies being told to the average American. In this “information” age, less and less is being told to the public rather than more and more. What is being kept secret concerns us all as a nation, yet, though we are fed a lot of stuff we have no business knowing because of the “public right to know”, we are being denied the knowledge we need to know to protect our families. These death advocates dare to refer to themselves as “pro-choice”. What “choice”?
Actually, the same clinics that hide themselves in secrecy refuse to allow parents to even know of their daughters’ pregnancies and pending abortions. One of them informed the parents AFTER their daughter (Holly Patterson) had died upon taking RU486. Even so, they continue to disburse the pills, women continue to take them, and they continue to die. These ”clinics” believe they are above the law, and apparently they are. They have taken over the authority from the parents, and have supplanted the family circle. Average people have become no more valuable than cattle.
To protect adult male predators from disclosure for statuary rape, the clinics disobey the law and get away with it. They even counsel young women how to be interviewed for the abortion by lying. They go so far as to permit the predators to pick up, at no expense, to themselves, their victims’ birth control pills, which may not be even full strength; thus they do not always prevent pregnancy. We’ve bought it hook, line and sinker.
The problem has “moved on” from abortion to other segments of society. The pro-abortion forces have captured the disabled population with their “right to die” rhetoric. Some people should not be allowed to live – their uselessness is touted before the public. What about their usefulness? Joni Estrada, a swimmer, wanted very much to die when she became paralyzed from an accident. In excruciating pain, she felt she had no reason to live. Her family refused to let her die, and today she, still paralyzed, has become an artist (she paints with her teeth), an author and a fervent pro-life lecturer, with a husband who adores her. It seems God had “a better idea” for her life. How many have even heard of her?
I’ve read of a hospital suing the wife (guardian) of a patient for the right to put the patient to death. Then, we’ve all heard of Terri Schaivo, who was starved to death because her husband said it was what she wanted, even though there was much more testimony that it was not. People who pull through their comas and become rehabilitated mostly don’t even rate mention in today’s media.
Old people are admonished that they have a “duty to die” when they become “useless”. Many are “put away” in homes and are simply left to die. Or perhaps they become afraid of becoming a “burden”, in spite of the fact that their lives have been lived for others, even those who no longer want any part of them. Killing can come with words and attitudes as well as direct acts. The old are actually among our most powerful assets.
I was raised on the Bible, and live today on the promise of Jesus, “I Am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly”. I am reminded of the advertisement: “Come out of the darkness into the light”. Would you believe that, a long time ago, that was an ad for Kools cigarettes? Now I say, “Come out of death’s darkness and into life’s light – what have you got to lose?”
Why am I pro-life? For the same reason that I am a Christian. I was not created for death, and, thanks to Jesus Christ, death can never claim me.
