There’s a reason why I’m not in the medical field. My dad doesn’t do to well with the sight of blood; blood doesn’t bother me. I just… don’t deal well with pain. Too much empathy, you might say. Don’t tell me about your broken arm. I’ll be massaging my elbow for an hour. **Please** don’t tell me about giving birth to your first baby. It’s undignifying for a man to clutch in pain at body parts he doesn’t even have. But I could have made a fine mortician. Once a thing is dead, it’s dead. I don’t hurt on its behalf.
That said, I had always assumed that I had a fundamental difference of understanding with people who kill unborn children. The intellectual arguments for and against always always turn on two issues: whether the baby is alive and whether it is actually a person. I affirm both, and so I understand abortion to be a kind of murder. But it was systematic murder. Blind murder. The murderers themselves don’t think of it that way, because they don’t recognize that the child is a person and very much alive. My feeling has always been one of pity for the mother. She was lied to; she was deceived. She didn’t know what she was doing.
O M F Serge at [Imago Dei](http://www.imago-dei.net/imago_dei/2005/02/why_is_it_so_aw.html) pokes some holes in this dichotomy of worldviews when he points out that, if people really believed abortion was equivalent to removing an unwanted body part, they wouldn’t characterize unwanted pregnancy as “awful.” Nobody calls unwanted appendices “awful.” Or impacted wisdom teeth. But then, nobody calls oral surgery murder.
To prove his point, he links to [this magazine article](http://www.wholewomanshealth.com/Glamour_Sept_2003.pdf) about an abortion clinic covered in valentine-style hearts on which waiting mothers have written last love notes to their children before ‘termination.’ Notes like, “I love you even though I know in my heart I can’t keep you…All my love, the mom you’ll never meet.” And, “Please
understand that you are better off in the hands of God than mine at this moment…. You are and forever will be beautiful and pure. I smile when I think of you, even if I cry. You have given me reason to be strong and wise and responsible. You will always be *my* baby. I will see you in heaven, sweetheart. I love you.”
Rend your hearts, not your garments.
These women ***know*** what they are doing, and yet. They are so deceived that they still go through with it. One woman’s card read, “EVEN IF IT DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT DOESN’T MEAN IT’S WRONG.”
I couldn’t finish the article. I was too horrified. Moloch was never more inhuman than this.
neumatikos 
I’m standing here beside myself. I wouldn’t have thought it possible. This is the result of a deep, deep deception. But as I think of it, one that’s being perpetrated on many different levels. What is good for me, is good — it may kill you — but that isn’t “my issue”. I don’t suppose anyone’s done a study of what happens to these women afterwards. Do they lead happy lives or does repressed guilt & grief slowly destroy them? I will say this — those who are most supportive of abortion, don’t seem to be particularly happy or even particularly whole individuals….bitter, sad & sour is the impression I’m most often left with — and very, very angry.
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I once tried to read that article (found in Glamour) in front of my Sunday School class. I couldn’t get through it without shedding tears.
Thanks for stopping by Imago Dei. I hope to be off probation soon 🙂
Blessings,
Serge
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