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TinaG
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Let me start off with a question. Have you ever been so blessed as to press your hand against your belly and realize there is another life there, a sweet and innocent and tender life, that is as dependent on you in a way that is analogous to how you are dependent on God? I cannot imagine, I cannot fathom, that anyone would call a baby a protoplasm or even a fetus. It is a human being, made by God, who wonderfully knits us in the inward parts.
What, I wonder, would tempt a woman to want to cut that life short? Fear? Blindness to the truth? Pleasing her parents or her man? Weariness of the weight and the pain and the loss of motion and bladder control? Wanting the nausea to end? To some extent all our mothers have been so tempted, yet here we are as examples that such temptations can be resisted and overcome, whether by love or lethargy or the simple divine move of God.
There is a case that is slightly different, and that is the situation in one must choose between murder and suicide. In this case the doctor, that caring professional, states that the life in your womb is a danger to your life, and if it comes to term, will be a short lived and hideous monstrosity and trouble to society, and even if it does not, it is toxic to your system, and it will surely kill you. Either free yourself of the monstrosity by medical removal, or you are committing suicide: you and the baby will die. Murder is a sin, so you cannot kill. Suicide is a sin, so you cannot endure the pregnancy.
That is not the dilemma. We are not there yet. A woman of faith can look to the cross and embrace it, saying, “thy will be done, Lord, should I live or die, I am yours, trusting in you, yet I pray for a healthy baby and a safe delivery.” She may die, but we all applaud her dying in faith. Well done, good and faithful servant, is heard on the other side, and she may enter the joy of her master.
Here is the dilemma. I think that prayer is good and right and proper. Yet not all women are there yet. Abortion is abhorrent to me personally and I have come to realize it is a social ill. (con’t)
Let me start off with a question. Have you ever been so blessed as to press your hand against your belly and realize there is another life there, a sweet and innocent and tender life, that is as dependent on you in a way that is analogous to how you are dependent on God? I cannot imagine, I cannot fathom, that anyone would call a baby a protoplasm or even a fetus. It is a human being, made by God, who wonderfully knits us in the inward parts.
What, I wonder, would tempt a woman to want to cut that life short? Fear? Blindness to the truth? Pleasing her parents or her man? Weariness of the weight and the pain and the loss of motion and bladder control? Wanting the nausea to end? To some extent all our mothers have been so tempted, yet here we are as examples that such temptations can be resisted and overcome, whether by love or lethargy or the simple divine move of God.
There is a case that is slightly different, and that is the situation in one must choose between murder and suicide. In this case the doctor, that caring professional, states that the life in your womb is a danger to your life, and if it comes to term, will be a short lived and hideous monstrosity and trouble to society, and even if it does not, it is toxic to your system, and it will surely kill you. Either free yourself of the monstrosity by medical removal, or you are committing suicide: you and the baby will die. Murder is a sin, so you cannot kill. Suicide is a sin, so you cannot endure the pregnancy.
That is not the dilemma. We are not there yet. A woman of faith can look to the cross and embrace it, saying, “thy will be done, Lord, should I live or die, I am yours, trusting in you, yet I pray for a healthy baby and a safe delivery.” She may die, but we all applaud her dying in faith. Well done, good and faithful servant, is heard on the other side, and she may enter the joy of her master.
Here is the dilemma. I think that prayer is good and right and proper. Yet not all women are there yet. Abortion is abhorrent to me personally and I have come to realize it is a social ill. (con’t)
