I have three lovely granddaughters, the children of my oldest son, and now my middle son and his sweet wife are expecting my first grandson. This week they shared their latest ultrasound photo of this precious little boy. The image below isn’t the one of my grandson, but it is remarkably similar (although I think mine’s cuter, naturally).
Today is the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision which began the national controversy surrounding abortion-on-demand and opened the way for millions of precious lives to be cut short.
There will be millions of women sacrificing time, and spending travel budgets and vacation days from work, to brave frigid temperatures to March for Life in Washington, D.C. and all around our country. There will no doubt be large crowds attempting to shout down these women in the name of “choice”. The men and women on each side are equally, vehemently, devoted to their own side in what is described as a “controversy”.
As a mother, a grandmother, and a woman who has lost four little ones to miscarriage, I simply cannot understand the viewpoint of those willing to kill a baby in the name of convenience or expediency. When we can witness these little ones with beating hearts and watch them developing into unique individuals at each step of their journey from conception to birth, how can anyone try to deny their humanity?
There are few sane people who would condone killing a child, for any reason whatsoever. How can it be controversial to outlaw killing them while in the womb? Seeing the violent hostility many on the pro-abortion side show toward the women trying to save these little ones, I scratch my head.
Admittedly, when I was an unmarried teenager, around the time of the Roe decision, I accepted the view that these “products of conception” were merely clumps of cells. “My body, my life” sounded bold and empowering. After losing a child to miscarriage, my mind, and my heart, began to change. The advent of the ultrasound confirmed what I had begun to realize; these are our children being ripped apart and thrown away.
We now have incontrovertible proof that children in the womb grow, move, and feel pain. They hear their mother’s voice and even recognize music. There can be no controversy about that. The only question remaining is whether anyone has the right to kill them “on demand”.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13 (NLT)