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Painting a Different Picture

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For some truly wonderful pictures of motherhood, might I suggest you visit the site of Katie m. Berggren http://kmberggren.com/

For some truly wonderful pictures of motherhood, might I suggest you visit the site of Katie m. Berggren

I don’t normally like to do this sort of thing, but someone I care about alerted me to this recent post over on Facebook. As it is a time sensitive issue, and as Facebook is notoriously difficult to comment on (in a meaningful way), I have decided to pursue the issue here.

I’m not sure if you have noticed, but the pro-abortion supporters have been working really hard lately at painting a different picture of themselves. The talking points of choice and women’s freedom are fading into the background as a new tactic begins to take the center stage. Abortion as the kind and loving option!

[Author’s note – following the links below will take you to stories that are emotionally disturbing. They do contain graphic and tragic content that is not for everyone …]

There was the young woman who so bravely (and out of love for others struggling with the shame and stigma of abortion) filmed her abortion to show how empowering and uplifting it can be. There was the couple in Britain who bravely and lovingly poisoned their unborn child so he wouldn’t have to suffer in life. It was after all the only thing a mother could do. And because it was such a hard decision to make you know it had to be the only right one to make.

And then there was this article, about a young woman bravely struggling with her decision to abort her baby [tomorrow] by writing an open letter to the child she is going to terminate. Sarah Burris who writes the article for Blue Nation Review, after accusing those who oppose abortion of thinking all women who get one are selfish, finishes with the summation: “The facts, and this woman’s story, paint a different picture.”

So, just what are the facts here? And what picture is being painted? Best go right to the source and see for ourselves. [Again, my apologies to those who will find this upsetting]

Little Thing:

I can feel you in there. I’ve got twice the appetite and half the energy. It breaks my heart that I don’t feel the enchantment that I’m supposed to feel. I am both sorry and not sorry.

I am sorry that this is goodbye. I’m sad that I’ll never get to meet you. You could have your father’s eyes and my nose and we could make our own traditions, be a family. But, Little Thing, we will meet again. I promise that the next time I see that little blue plus, the next time you are in the same reality as me, I will be ready for you.

Little Thing, I want you to be happy. More than I want good things for myself, I want the best things for the future. That’s why I can’t be your mother right now. I am still growing myself. It wouldn’t be fair to bring a new life into a world where I am still haunted by ghosts of the life I’ve lived. I want you to have all the things I didn’t have when I was a child. I want you to be better than I ever was and more magnificent than I ever could be. I can’t do to you what was done to me: Plant a seed made of love and spontaneity into a garden, and hope that it will grow on only dreams. Love and spontaneity are beautiful, but they have little merit. And while I have plenty of dreams to go around, dreams are not an effective enough tool for you to build a better tomorrow. I can’t bring you here. Not like this.

I love you, Little Thing, and I wish the circumstances were different. I promise I will see you again, and next time, you can call me Mom.

First, lets begin with the seeming confusion in the recipient of this letter. Is it a little thing or a person being addressed? One doesn’t usually write letters to things. But then again, one doesn’t normally go around talking about killing people next friday.

Next, consider that this woman states she wants the unborn to be happy, and that more than she wants good things for herself she wants the best things for the future … but whose future? Obviously not the little thing in question. She wants her child to have everything she didn’t have as a child, but since she can’t give her all that  her only recourse is to kill it instead. This, by  the way, is what Sarah Burris states is one of the main reasons for abortion – no money to raise a child. That and abusive partners. which I think may lead into the next point.

Next this young lady states that ghosts of the life she’s lived would cause too much harm to the child in question. So again, to avoid  the possible victimization of this person in the future the best solution is to kill them before it happens.

Once you get past the emotionalism of the words (which I don’t think you are supposed to do – remember if the person is agonizing over the decision then whatever they decide must be right) … once you get to the heart of what is being said … such words do indeed paint a picture, but one that is very dark and terrifying.

At best these words paint a picture of  someone who doesn’t really believe the humanity of the baby involved, but will play on the heart strings of those who do to show that abortion is not selfish (really?) and is in fact the only loving thing you can do sometimes.

At worst they show (perhaps even more fearfully) someone who does in their heart of hearts believe in the humanity of the child in question and simply doesn’t care. If you or I were to walk up to anyone on the street and say the things this mother says to her unborn child we would rightly be called sociopathic. Why is it criminal in one case and “brave and loving” in another?

I am not saying all this to attack the person struggling with her life and her decisions. I think she is struggling in large part because she, like so many other young women (and men) have been duped into thinking something that their hearts don’t really believe. I am saying all this in the hopes of getting past the brazen and deceptive picture some would like to paint of abortion, to the truths that lie behind the emotion.

Finally, I am writing all of this to ask you to join with me in praying for this young woman, and for her unborn child. Pray for a different understanding of love to guide her actions tomorrow. Pray that this young woman, and so many others like her would come to see that her life is in the hands of  the God who paid everything (even His own life on the cross) for her salvation because cost is never really a consideration when it is someone you truly love.  The very same God who has brought her through the harsh abuse of this cruel and calculating world by sacrificing not someone else but himself. Just as He did for that precious baby He has entrusted to her.

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Author: kenmaher

When I'm not working I enjoy Astronomy, Camping, Comic Books, Epic Fantasy Novels, Games (both playing and designing), Hiking, Juggling, Sci-fi, and building strange things out of pvc pipe. I also enjoy being an honorary pre-schooler with my four great children ... much to their mother's dismay.

5 thoughts on “Painting a Different Picture

  1. Good post. Once, many years ago, we had a discussion about individualism, where I argued that North American society was losing it, and you replied that it was drunk on a surfeit of it. You were right. Slowly our society is shrinking the concept of responsibility to a community and drawing in more and more actions into the sphere of private decisions — conduct, clothing, lifestyle, and now life and death. Recently, suicide (in Robin Williams’ case) was described as “empowering” to the individual, and here abortion is also somehow construed as a personal right which must not only be respected but praised and celebrated. Anyone who disagrees can be yelled at for “not knowing what it’s like.” A chilling letter, and reminds me of some of Browning’s poetry, except it’s about a real person.

  2. I wrote a post about this on my own blog, linking to yours: http://keneckert.com/blogette/index.html. Opinions welcome.

  3. Thanks for the comments Ken, I remember the conversation, but I don’t remember sounding nearly so smart as you report me to be.

    I also appreciated your thoughts over at the Blogette. I think what you are describing in large part is the tyranny of relativism … what’s right for me is mine to decide and you can’t possibly know “my” truth. But the problem, which you hinted at, is that once you involve others in your decision to die or kill it is no longer just about you but about all of us together. You cannot stop someone from killing themself (although you should try) but that is worlds away from enshrining into law that anyone has the right to demand of someone else that they kill them upon request. Or that innocent babies should pay with their lives for the poor choices or circumstances of their mothers. Or that baby making should be farmed out to third party surrogates so that homosexual couples can feel fulfilled. In each case, the demand for personal rights (that no one else can speak to or about) come at the cost of everyone else around them … everyone who is not allowed to say “boo” about it.

    Oh, I also appreciated you post on Robin William’s suicide. Good stuff Ken!

  4. An interesting phrasing, ‘the tyranny of relativism.’

    Something which strikes me as I get older, and when I look at old photographs of people wearing hats in stadiums, or dressing up to take airplane flights, is the concept itself of having obligations to a community, or of something beyond yourself. We are now losing this as the last vestiges of any responsibility to anyone else is eradicated, and all ethical or lifestyle choices become a private matter. It has not made people happier, and it makes a ‘society’ impossible, as opposed to people coexisting.

    The idea of suicide as ‘personally empowering’ is maybe a new idea on social media, but as you often say, having my own private morality on all things reflects the oldest lie of them all: I can be god.

  5. Ask not what you can do for your country … demand what your country must do for you!

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