When A Woman’s Right Is Wrong

It was 1974 and abortion had been legalized a year.   Not surprisingly, New York City was one of the first in the country to open their doors and give access to what was deceptively pushed as “women’s reproductive freedom.”  

I had just graduated high school and was oblivious to any firestorm surrounding that Supreme Court decision.Sadly, I’m not even sure there was any!   However, the evil that was unleashed changed the landscape of this country forever.  And it entered my world like a thief in the night, through the death of a baby boy, and the destruction of a dear friend’s heart.  God would use her story to set me on my pro-life journey. 

My friend became pregnant right out of high school. She seemed vehemently determined to keep her baby.  It was a decade following the 60’s sexual revolution, so many moral boundaries had already been deconstructed.  I remember seeing a picture of her in her second trimester unashamedly walking the beach in a bikini.  She was as beautiful as ever and was completely unabashed in letting the world know she was pregnant.

In those beginning years, it took money to obtain an abortion, and sadly she came from a wealthy family.  The pressure by her parents intensified by her growing obstinance.  I don’t know what brought the turnaround, or just fear that caused her to suddenly change her mind, but she wound up having a second trimester abortion.   

When I saw her again, her vivacious countenance was gone, the gleam in her eye faded. She was noticeably different.

She eventually shared the horrific experience with me.  It began with an exchange of blood money and a sad solo wait in a cold sterile office.  The detached insensitivity of the personnel, immediately put her mind on tilt.  She was given no details of what to expect, other than instructions to put on a hospital gown and lay down on a gurney.  The atmosphere in the room was complacent as they portrayed the most indelible moment of her life, as just a minor procedure, reassuring her that life would soon be back to normal. 

Just for the record; Normal would never again be an option for her.

She described getting an injection into her belly;  a saline solution shot aimed straight to the amniotic sac (the means of the baby’s protection). She unexpectedly endured the agony of labor, being fully awake through the delivery of her baby. What was the most gut-wrenching part of the brutal procedure, was that she caught a glimpse of her baby boy’s body – completely burned alive — and then watched as they callously disposed of him in a waste basket — like a piece of trash. She would be forever traumatized.  

Oh, how far we have come in mastering this godless evil procedure into a semblance of polished normalcy. Progress?  Or regression?  And now 60 million dead babies later, women, who were always the protectors of the family, tout this right as being the most important freedom a woman can possess.  They have packaged it in flowery loving words such as pro-choice and marketed it as being related to open-mindedness and freedom.

 And even with technological advances, where we can see directly into the womb, the pro-coercion, the anti-life movement has become even more radical as many states fight for the right to destroy a child up until birth.  It’s a woman’s right!

Yet, women have obtained so many rights in every profession, trade, and business of every kind and even the elimination of the once-profound scarlet letter mark of an unwanted, unplanned pregnancy, and yet this barbaric act is the centerpiece of many election cycles for women.

The epitome of this defiance and depravity was clearly seen when the Democratic women of Congress, as a show of their commitment to defend the continuation of the murder of children, once again arrived at the State of the Union address wearing all white attire.  Why white? This was to show solidarity to the white outfits often worn by the early 20th century suffragists.

Factcheck moment:  The Suffrage movement was about the right to vote, and many women of that day could never have imagined or supported the destruction of babies as part of their vision for equality. Oh, how we have falsified history.

So, when I looked out at the audience and saw a sea of white, my first thought was, let’s at least be true to oneself and wear the color red.  Red for the endless blood of babies spilled on the altar of abortion and red for the callous hearts of women who bleed deception and destruction upon the most helpless of all humans.

“Woe to them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter with sweet and sweet with bitter” (Isaiah 5:20). 

And the most important fact to remember amid any bad or misinformed decision is our God is faithful to forgive.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness” (I John 1:9).