Many who defend abortion-have an abortion in their past somewhere and are hurting inside. They are wounded, and realize a life has been lost-yet it was their doing, or they could have done something to stop it. (Or not, in the case of some men-but then, they had something to do with bringing the child into existence in the first place). There is not a scar, but a scab-and it won’t quite heal. As a protection mechanism, they defend abortion, hoping somehow to justify what they have done, to help to ease their pain.
Some are defending their wife or husband who has an abortion in their past-whether they were involved or not.
I was taught this as a sidewalk counselor, but also experienced it through many friends I have made throughout my life. Some Catholics. They would defend abortion, and I would argue our Faith. Eventually, they would break down and tell me.
Abortion is so prevalent, it’s not funny. Such a serious, damning scourge that is widespread-everywhere.
Most of my friends as an adult, (and I have made many, as in the 23 years we have been married, we have lived in New Jersey, Colorado, N.Carolina, and 2 places in Texas)—most of the women whom I have made friends with-have had at least 1 abortion. One had 3. Two could not have children because of their botched abortions.
Otherwise, what good comes from defending the mother, but not the innocent life of the child-which would choose life-if it received the “choice.”
God Bless you.
+Jesus, I Trust In You!
Love, Dawn