The single most devout, respectable, loving Christian woman I’ve ever known came to be that way because of her abortion.
When she told me about it, there was anger (because she’d been lied to), but no guilt. She honestly believed that she’d been forgiven all sins.
But she was still furious that the lies allowed her to sin. “It’s just a clump of cells” at eighteen weeks left her haunted with the vision of a tiny arm floating in a jar.
I don’t know if it’s right or not, but I’ve sometimes wondered if that tiny soul sacrificed himself to bring about his mother’s testimony. She was one of the most joyful, powerful, loving women that I’ve ever known. She had five children with her husband and the two of them took such delight in those babies.
Her husband became critically, chronically ill while we were friends and her faith has been an inspiration to me to this day.
She wouldn’t have been this devout, wonderful human being without the sin. I wouldn’t be the woman I am now without her.
Sometimes the most vehement pro-life advocates are the ones who’ve been there.
>> Children intuitively know that abortion is wrong.
Everyone knows it’s wrong despite the lying rationalizations.