When the abortion procedure started, I saw the child begin to move away from the abortion instrument and recoil. The child knew that it’s life was in danger. Before that moment, I had never even considered that the child in the womb felt pain or felt anything for that matter. Planned Parenthood had always told us that the fetus had no sensory development until 28 weeks. I needed to believe that to continue to justify abortion. I was surprised, shocked, appalled and disgusted at what I was watching. I felt betrayed because I couldn’t believe that this company that I had believed and trusted in had lied. I didn’t want to believe it, but was looking at it so clearly. The evidence was in front of my face. The abortion started and in just a few moments, the screen was black, and the abortion was complete. In that moment, I knew that my life was going to have to change. I knew that I couldn’t walk out of there the same way that I had walked in.
I became anti-abortion in 1980 when a friend of mine - in the hospital we worked as low-level employees - found a garbage pail full of fetuses. She cried and wailed as I tried to calm her. A long time ago and I have not forgotten her pain or my anguish. Even then I did not realize that a holocaust was in action.
God bless this lady.
Thanks.
I love such stories of ultrasound conversions.
How one simple peek into God’s work shop during a enemy raid can instantly reveal majesty, beauty and tragedy:
The incomprehensible complexity of nature’s most divine function.
The incomparable adorableness of pure innocence.
And the indescribable savagery of learned ignorance.
Once again, for another previously misinformed soldier of Satan, seeing is bereaving.
I sometimes wonder if, for the inventor of that magic window into creation, Adoptive Fathers’ day is like the mountains of mailbags scene in the Miracle on 34th Street.