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Your advice to me on reconciling my love and hurt for my beloved family elder who died many years ago, and with what I recently learned would be appreciated.
I will call this person “R”. R was a family member of mine, many years older, that I always looked up to, and was one of the holiest people I ever met; I’ve said that hundreds of times. R was not Catholic, but Protestant. R truly lived out the Christian life and the Bible both in words and actions. I knew R very well, as well as anyone of my generation would have known R, and I was blessed to call R family. I never thought that R was perfect, but also never thought R would approve of this evil.
Okay, for the sake of ease, I’ll reveal that R was my grandparent. R’s child, my parent, recently revealed to me, during one of our many discussions, that R believed in abortion; the words my parent used were, “R said that it would be better for the babies to be aborted than to enter this world unwanted.” This hit me in the gut, very hard. I am one of those babies who entered this world unwanted. I am adopted, and I know for a fact that neither of my birthparents wanted me. (I do know that my parents DID want me, for they adopted me from that situation.) I am fairly sure that my grandparent R was referring to the children who are neglected, abused, etc. However, the revelation has flattened me in dual ways.
I am quite shocked that my grandparent, the one who taught Sunday School at their church, and never gave one hint of this during their life, believed this, but I know my parent would not have told me this if it wasn’t true. My parent didn’t tell me this to hurt me, or to shatter any illusion about my grandparent (I’m 100% sure of this) but it was very much in the context of the conversation we were having. I can only imagine how much it hurt my own parents to hear that, to know that, since they themselves couldn’t conceive, and would (and did) adopt those ‘unwanted at birth’ babies. I will concede that I do not know the full context of the conversation that led to my grandparent telling this to my parent; just as it is easy to take scripture out of context, quotes can lose some context without knowing the full conversation. But to me, there is no middle ground on the abortion issue.
In addition, R always was very welcoming to the ‘unwanted’, or ‘bad seeds’ of the small town where I lived; R always invited them to R’s church, welcoming them to Sunday School, and greeting them with joy instead of fear. R was never hurt by them.
Maybe I’m just needing to vent. I know I still love R with all my heart, and that part of my grief is not only that R believed in something so evil, but losing a piece of the illusion I had about R. I told my husband I wish I didn’t know that; but, perhaps I’ll be able to understand and reconcile it soon, and use the understanding for future good. Perhaps I’m posting so that your thoughts can help me on my journey to reconciling this, and understanding, and growing closer to God myself. Rather than dissect what my grandparent did/didn’t believe or say, can you help me heal this in my heart?
I don’t ‘hate’ people who believe in abortion, or even have abortions. I don’t understand them, not with the understanding that I have in believing in life.
Thank you.
I will call this person “R”. R was a family member of mine, many years older, that I always looked up to, and was one of the holiest people I ever met; I’ve said that hundreds of times. R was not Catholic, but Protestant. R truly lived out the Christian life and the Bible both in words and actions. I knew R very well, as well as anyone of my generation would have known R, and I was blessed to call R family. I never thought that R was perfect, but also never thought R would approve of this evil.
Okay, for the sake of ease, I’ll reveal that R was my grandparent. R’s child, my parent, recently revealed to me, during one of our many discussions, that R believed in abortion; the words my parent used were, “R said that it would be better for the babies to be aborted than to enter this world unwanted.” This hit me in the gut, very hard. I am one of those babies who entered this world unwanted. I am adopted, and I know for a fact that neither of my birthparents wanted me. (I do know that my parents DID want me, for they adopted me from that situation.) I am fairly sure that my grandparent R was referring to the children who are neglected, abused, etc. However, the revelation has flattened me in dual ways.
I am quite shocked that my grandparent, the one who taught Sunday School at their church, and never gave one hint of this during their life, believed this, but I know my parent would not have told me this if it wasn’t true. My parent didn’t tell me this to hurt me, or to shatter any illusion about my grandparent (I’m 100% sure of this) but it was very much in the context of the conversation we were having. I can only imagine how much it hurt my own parents to hear that, to know that, since they themselves couldn’t conceive, and would (and did) adopt those ‘unwanted at birth’ babies. I will concede that I do not know the full context of the conversation that led to my grandparent telling this to my parent; just as it is easy to take scripture out of context, quotes can lose some context without knowing the full conversation. But to me, there is no middle ground on the abortion issue.
In addition, R always was very welcoming to the ‘unwanted’, or ‘bad seeds’ of the small town where I lived; R always invited them to R’s church, welcoming them to Sunday School, and greeting them with joy instead of fear. R was never hurt by them.
Maybe I’m just needing to vent. I know I still love R with all my heart, and that part of my grief is not only that R believed in something so evil, but losing a piece of the illusion I had about R. I told my husband I wish I didn’t know that; but, perhaps I’ll be able to understand and reconcile it soon, and use the understanding for future good. Perhaps I’m posting so that your thoughts can help me on my journey to reconciling this, and understanding, and growing closer to God myself. Rather than dissect what my grandparent did/didn’t believe or say, can you help me heal this in my heart?
I don’t ‘hate’ people who believe in abortion, or even have abortions. I don’t understand them, not with the understanding that I have in believing in life.
Thank you.