One of the buzzwords around today is “choice”, particularly with regard to a woman’s body. Everywhere you look, it’s not hard to find a news article on this topic… and, of course you’ve figured out, I’m talking about abortion. Do I have an opinion on abortion? Yes, I do. Is it a strong opinion? Yes, it is…. But possibly not in the way you’d expect.
I believe that women who ‘choose’ to have
an abortion are not making a choice at all… not really. They are being deceived
into thinking they are only destroying a “clump of cells”. That It’s not really
a baby. Now, I didn’t major in science at school, but last time I checked a
clump of cells doesn’t have a heartbeat, or a brain, or arms, legs, fingers and
toes. And, in case you’re wondering, a foetal heartbeat begins at 22 days after
conception.
Both sides of this argument focus on the unborn and whether it is seen as a living human being, or an inanimate clump of cells. My belief is that it is the former. I am absolutely Pro-Life…. But (and here is my strong opinion for what it’s worth)… I believe we also need to focus more on the women who are actually dealing with these impossible decisions. I don’t believe as some do that most women use abortion as a form of birth control without a second thought. Of course there are exceptions to this, but the idea that a woman would do this coldly and without any hint of emotion or inner turmoil messes with my head. Having an abortion is not an easy thing to do. Being labelled a murderer is a bitter pill to swallow. And unless you have ever been in a situation that forces you to make this impossible and heart wrenching decision, I would say please keep your negative opinions and judgement to yourself. Women who have had abortions are already judging themselves… they don’t need others to jump on the bandwagon as well.
Let me tell you a young girl’s story… in her own words….
“A friend of mine from school introduced me to a boy from her church. I had been bought up in the Anglican Church so it was not a new concept to me but I had no real connection to either the church or God and it was not something that was high on my list of priorities. We began dating and he was my first ‘real’ boyfriend. I thought I was falling in love. I had it all planned, right down to the white picket fence and 2.5 children.
After a while, one thing led to another and we started having sex. I gave him my virginity. The thought of using any sort of contraception never entered our minds. So, of course the inevitable happened, I fell pregnant. Although, for as long as I could remember, all I had ever wanted to do was get married and have children so when I found myself pregnant at the age of sixteen, it didn’t concern me and in fact I was secretly rather pleased and excited. I obviously had no idea about what it would take to raise a child.
Because we were both from
‘Christian’ church going families, our parents were, as far as I know, unaware
that we were even having sex so telling them we were pregnant proved to be a
very difficult circumstance, more so for my boyfriend than me. My parents, after they got over the initial
shock and disappointment, were very supportive and we began making plans for my
pregnancy and the birth of my baby. In fact, my mum had already guessed I was
pregnant because I was so sick. I didn’t just have morning sickness; I had all
day sickness!
His parents on the other
hand were horrified. They were upstanding members of the community, his father
was a local business owner and they were very involved members of their church.
An unplanned pregnancy out of wedlock just didn’t fit into their plans. Their
reputation would have been ruined.
I can still remember them
sitting in my parent’s living room, at the meeting that had been called to
discuss ‘the situation’, telling me that they didn’t want me to have this baby.
Their reputation was more important to them than the life of my unborn child,
even though this child would have also been their grandchild. So, I made the
most difficult decision of my life. I gave them what they wanted. I agreed to
terminate my pregnancy. My plans for the white picket fence and 2.5 children
had been replaced by plans to abort my baby.
I remember that day so clearly, it was like I was on auto pilot. It was easier that way because it meant I didn’t have to deal with my emotions. I was just doing what I had been told to do. At the time I felt like all control of the situation had been taken away from me… I still remember the sterile room. It is a memory that will stay with me forever. The nurse who was there with me was doing her best to make small talk. I had my feet up in stirrups. The machine they used was like a vacuum cleaner, it was attached to a jar by the side of the bed. I was able to see and hear everything as they sucked my baby from inside of me.
I had been twelve weeks
pregnant; then I wasn’t. Just like that,
in a very cold and clinical room. It was over.
With the exception of one solitary tear that rolled down my cheek, I didn’t cry… I couldn’t cry… I didn’t even understand what I’d done. It was November 1984 and I had just turned seventeen. I felt like I was
suffocating, surrounded in a room full of people; and yet I had never felt so
alone…”
This testimony is an excerpt from the book I am writing and yes, you guessed it… That young girl wasn’t an anonymous story I happened to find. That young girl was me. I may have just lost a few followers with this confession, and that’s ok. This is not about me…. it was never about me. This is about God’s grace and abounding love and redemption. And that is why I have such a strong opinion on supporting women who have had abortions, or who are even contemplating having one. I honestly believe that if women were better informed and educated about the process of abortion, and the development of a foetus, the abortion rate would drop dramatically. ( If I had known then what I know now, there is no way I would have ever gone through with it). But, as it is, they go through life with their silent, unspoken grief, unable to express how they feel because of the guilt and shame that they carry… And, the guilt and shame that society puts on them. But I say we need to follow the example set by Jesus in John 8:7: “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”
Choosing
to have an abortion is a deeply personal and life altering decision usually
made at a time of intense emotional turmoil. No one has the right to make you
feel guilty for something they cannot and will not understand. Women who have had abortions
don’t need the pro-choicers deceiving them into thinking “my body – my choice”
or the modern day religious Pharisees calling them murderers without any trace
of grace or compassion. What they need is an encounter with the living God. To
know they are loved and more importantly, that they are forgiven.
If you know of anyone who can relate to my testimony, please show her this…. She needs to know that she is loved, that she is forgiven and that God has a plan and purpose for her future despite, and maybe because of, everything she’s been through. 2 Corinthians 1:4 He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.