One thing about getting old is that you remember simpler times, before technology, before the great darkness.
A time when a woman’s pregnancy was referred to as “with child.”
There was no question. That small change growing in her womb was a child.
Not a mass of tissue, a child.
“She is in the family way.” (When a family meant mother, father, children.)
The reason abortion was rare and not legal was because people were aghast that you would consider ending the life of that growing child.
The sinister voice of the destroyer was in the world then as well, whispering to those who would hear.
“You could make some good money, if you will help these poor desperate young girls prevent this horrible mistake from ruining their life.”
Sometime, in the 60’s,the narrative changed.
“Poor, desperate young girls are being forced into back alley abortions, coat hanger abortions because people don’t think they should have a right to make their own life decisions.”
“It is simply a mass of tissue we are removing.”
A growing mass of tissue with DNA that is different from the mother’s DNA, with capabilities and possibilities built into that DNA that could do great and marvelous things for the world.
If only it survives until birth.
Since 1973, it is estimated that over 54,000,000 abortions have been performed in the United States.
That is 1,255,813 children killed before they start, every year.
That is 3,440 children deprived the chance to live every single day.
I live in a town of about 1300 people. If three towns this size were destroyed every single day, what would we do?
But, when the focus changes, everything changes.
We have several generations now that have always had this “choice” available.
I wonder why the country has become so irreconcilably divided these days.
Could it be that that one sinister voice of the one whose purpose is to steal, kill, and destroy has finally gained the ear of the majority?
“Did God really say…?”