Why I am Pro-Life
Even in my street-freak atheist-agnostic days, I was not comfortable with abortion. It was hard to publicly oppose it; such opposition was “pro-establishment”, the politically incorrect attitude to have at those times. But I didn’t like it. It just didn’t seem to fit in with a pacifistic approach to the rest of life. I could, of course, understand the reasons given. I knew what a trauma a “late” girlfriend could be. Children can be so bloody inconvenient! Thank God I never had to deal with that; there’s no way of knowing what I might have done, or wanted to do, before I knew Jesus.
After returning to faith and, somewhat depressingly, the straight life, I married a wonderful woman. Our two sons are grown now, but they are not our only children. Our first child, as it turned out our only girl, was born 13 weeks premature. We had her for 5 weeks before she died. Betty has what our OB-Gyn diagnosed as an incompetent cervix; at the time (1978) there was no reliable test. Once her condition was known, the doctor could reinforce her cervix surgically; that is how we got our two boys. But I held Katie, caressed her, loved her. And the very thought that someone like our Katie, except for being born, has the same legal status and protection as toenail clippings, is INTOLERABLE! You just don’t draw lines; you can’t say these humans are people and those humans are not. That is what Roe v. Wade did, what Dred Scott v. Sanford did and what the Nazis did. That is the part of the German half of my ancestry I am really ashamed of. I have studied American history, particularly the Civil War, and lived through most of the civil rights movement. Having seen the price we paid and are still paying for racial slavery, I don’t want to be here when the bill comes due for abortion.