This week, the blogosphere was filled with posts recognizing the passing of the 39th year of legalized abortion in our country. I often think about abortion. And many times I wish I could put into words how I feel about it.
I have always been against abortion, to some degree. When I was younger, I often took the “non-judgmental-it’s-not-for-me” approach. I had an experience when I was 23 that parked me firmly in the “abortion is evil” camp. (I’m not at liberty to share that experience, but rest assured, I believe through that experience I stood face-to-face with Satan himself…and lost…that day.) When I began having children, the proof and reality of the evil that wrought abortion was made clear to me through the intimate relationship I formed with my children from the earliest moments of pregnancy. The awe, wonder and amazement I felt as I was made aware of the power of God by simply “peeing on a stick” and seeing a positive result was breathtaking. It’s been breathtaking every single time. And it has strengthened my resolve every single time. Abortion stops a beating heart. A child, in what is supposed to be its safest environment is mangled, separated and killed in the procedure.
I often think of myself as an abortion survivor. I was born into a world where my mother could have killed me if she’d wanted to. There is nothing that made the scourge more evident to me than when I did a study on Generations during my MBA program some years ago. The “Baby Boom” generation was huge. Millions on top of millions of babies were born between 1946 and 1964 (the general time period attributed to the birth of baby boomers). There were waves of births as many baby boomers were born into larger families (on average) than we see today.
My generation – Generation X they call us – is much smaller than the generation preceding us. Most papers on the subject of Generations notes that the Baby Boomer generation is roughly 76 million and the Millenial generation is roughly 73 million, but my generation is 49 million. This shrinkage is due to many factors, not the least of which is the fact that many of my generational brothers and sisters were aborted out of existence, legally. Some other contributing factors were contraceptive use, sterilization, and divorce. However, over 50 million of babies have been legally aborted since the legalization of abortion in our country. That is 50 with six zeroes following it and we’re not talking about something abstract, like dollars or units in a production line…we’re talking about human beings in their earliest and most vulnerable state.
I am sad when I think of all the people who never got a chance at life…still never get a chance.
I saw a cartoon (probably on facebook) this week.
I guess I feel like Abortion, Contraception, Sterilization…and all the things that surround these are proof of Spiritual Warfare…Lucifer himself, in our midst, beckoning the weak, scared, ignorant and powerless to the pits of hell. I know there are other examples, we live in a society filled with many ills. But probably right now, at this time in my life, nothing hits me harder than Abortion, Contraception, Sterilization, Anti-life and Anti-Child attitudes.
I spent most of my time this week writing, re-writing, editing, pondering over this post. I feel like I should have more to say. I just don’t think I have what it takes to write a truly powerful, moving post on this topic. At least anything that would move anyone else. But THIS POST at IGNITUM TODAY encompassed many of my thoughts and feelings.
I need to go and write up my 7 Quick Takes because Rae hinted that she’d like some recent photos of Vincent, so I plan to oblige. 🙂