I've been in a funk lately, brought on by thoughts I can't chase from my head. They came about because of my reaction to the O family stance on abortion: I literally felt the need to shield myself and my daughter from B & M - to protect us from the violence that they think is okay. Of course I know that B & M would never perform an abortion themselves, but that they would condone one is enough. I am especially disturbed by M, a mother herself, and I wonder if while she was pregnant she was being healthy to take care of her fetus or her baby. I actually cried when I wondered what she would think of my miscarried son. Would she feel empathy or think that I was a silly girl. Both reactions seem wrong to me.
Jennifer at Conversion Diary, a former athiest and firm pro-choicer, wrote a post last week where she gives the litmus test to know if what is happening in your society is wrong or right as she made a comparison between the horror of the Holocaust and abortion:
Every decade or so, take a look around the society in which you live, and ask yourself if there is any group of human beings who are seen as something less than human. A big tipoff is if dehumanizing words -- terms other than "man," "woman," "child," "baby," or "person" -- are used to describe any category of people.
And if you ever see that going on, you might be in the midst of something gravely evil.
She acknowledges that the comparison is not apples to apples, and tries to be fair with the parallels. This week she has another post on the subject, going into further detail on how she had her change of heart and how she sees the subject now. She offers an abundance of links so you can "see for yourself" although they can be pretty gruesome.
Her statement, copied below, is what makes me so bewildered when women who speak of the sacredness of the womb and birth, especially those who are mothers themselves, support abortion.
Yet I noticed that when I became pregnant with my first child, I wasn't terrified of losing the "fetus" to miscarriage; I was terrified of losing the baby. When I was 10 weeks pregnant I didn't buy a handheld Doppler so that I could lie in bed and listen to the "clump of tissue"'s heartbeat; I was listening to my child's heartbeat.
I'm writing this post hoping it will make me feel better, but I feel like I need to do more. Perhaps I should channel my feelings into Elizabeth Ministry. What do you, my pro-life friends, do with your feelings on this subject?