It just seems like much of the young college-age crowd is way past the “is it a baby or a blob of tissue” debate. Typical of the prevailing self-centeredness of many of that generation, the attitude seems to be: **“I don’t care if it has ten fingers and toes or sucks it’s thumb; my body - my choice”. **
Some of the comments on pro-choice boards reflect a shocking callousness, complete with detailed scientific information on every stage of development. They know just what a baby looks like and what organs it has at every stage; they just don’t seem to care. How does one get through that kind to hard hardheartedness to find the milk of human kindness far less a spark of motherly instinct?
Sometimes the task seems truly daunting but for the grace of God…
