I didn’t want to talk about this

I didn’t want to talk about this. I think I’m like most people. We don’t like to talk about abortion. It makes people uncomfortable.

Abortion is heartbreaking. I know people who have had an abortion. It changed them. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t wish they could do things differently. Maybe that’s not the cases for everyone. Maybe there are people who feel great about the choice they made. I don’t understand it. But maybe those people are out there.

I didn’t want to talk about this. However, with all the Planned Parenthood videos that have come out and then the first political debate, I feel the need to share my feelings. I thought about linking to the PP videos, but I just couldn’t. I can’t watch them. Although, if you are pro-choice, I do believe you should watch them. You should know what you are standing for. I’m standing firmly against and watching them would scar me.

And this post isn’t even about those videos.

This is about the question from last nights GOP debate that has so many people upset. Megyn Kelly asked Scott Walker if he would really let a woman die than have an abortion.

I’ve heard a lot of men talk about this question, but I’ve never heard an answer from a woman, from a mother. I’ve heard a lot of men say they would pick their wife in this situation every time.

The question bothered me, too. But not that it was asked. And not even his answer.

As a mother let me answer this question. Every time, every day of the week, if the choice was between me and my baby, I pick the baby every single time. Yes, I know I have young children that need a mother. Yes, I know how hard it would be for my husband. Yes, I know. Yes, it would be a tearful, heartbreaking decision, but it would also be an easy one.

No, I don’t ever want to leave my little boys without a mother. However, I know that God gives every life FOR A REASON, and if God would give me a baby, I know that the baby would be for a reason, that baby would have a purpose. I pick the baby over myself every time.

I don’t know a mother that would pick herself over her child. Born or unborn, the child comes first to the mother.

I find this heartbreaking. I can remember being 4, 5, 6 months pregnant with my boys. I can remember how much I loved them then and how hard we worked to get them, all we had to go through to get them. And I can sit here and cry thinking about what I would have done if the doctors would have said it was me or them.

I had high risk pregnancies. It’s actually possible that this could have happened to me. I was closely monitored because it could have been me or them. And for the record, I would pick them every time.

I believe every life is from God, and every life has a purpose. If it came down to me or the baby I was carrying, I would (do) believe I had served my purpose and that child is going to do great things for the Kingdom of Heaven.

If I am willing to die to keep my already born children alive, how could I do anything short of sacrificing myself for the one I’m carrying inside?

Feed My Sheep

I read a news article this week. It was in my local paper but from Fort Lauderdale. Three men were detained in Fort Lauderdale. One of them is a pastor. They will have to appear in court. They face up to two months in jail and $500 fines. What horrible crime could these men have been doing when the police stopped them?

They were feeding the homeless.

I do not understand the world we are living in. I do not understand a world in which a woman chooses to end the little life growing inside her and we are to applaud her in that decision, but it’s a crime to feed the hungry.

I do not understand a country where so many people are on government assistance but it’s a crime to feed the hungry.

I do not understand a nation that has all sorts of programs in schools to make sure children don’t go without food during breaks and weekends, but it’s a crime for private individuals to feed the hungry.

I do not understand a nation that runs commercials asking for our support to feed the hungry around when world but  it is a crime to feed the hungry in our own communities.

I do not understand.

“‘For I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’
“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’
“And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.'” –Matthew 25:35-40

Jesus told us that we should do it for the least for it is the SAME as doing it for Him. Feed the hungry as if it is Jesus Himself that is hungry.

What kind of world are we living in when every day I see commercials on TV asking me to give money to feed animals but it is a crime to feed people?

It’s times like this that make me think of Jesus hanging there on the cross. “Then Jesus said, ‘Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.'” Luke 23:34

Father, forgive us. Turn our hearts back towards You. Father, forgive us, for we do to know what we do.

“He said to him the third time, ‘Simon, son of Jonah, do you love Me?’ Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, ‘Do you love Me?’
“And he said to Him, ‘Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You.’
“Jesus said to him, ‘Feed My sheep.'”

Jesus was a baby

With Christmas just days away, Jesus as a baby is especially on my heart. Just think about that. Jesus (GOD!) came to us, to be one of us, to feel and experience what we do as we do, and he came as a baby.

I believe that Jesus could have come as an adult if he had chosen, but he chose to come as a baby. He came as the most helpless and innocent of us. It is amazing.

And this brought me to another thought. One that may make people angry. It brought me around to abortion.

What if the Christmas story didn’t take place 2000 years ago? What if it took place today? What if Mary was a young woman today?

Lets tell that story:

Its just before graduation and Mary’s got a problem. She just found out she’s pregnant. She and her boyfriend have talked about getting married, but they’ve never had sex. (Who’s going to believe that?) She’s pretty sure that an angel of the Lord appeared to her and told her that the baby is from God and coming to save us all, but her parents certainly aren’t going to believe that story.

Not knowing what else to do Mary tells her best girl friend what’s happened. Her friend knows just what to do. She tells Mary not to tell anyone. She knows a place. They’ll take care of this problem. Joseph will never know. The world will never know. It’s no big deal. These things happen. In and out. Easy-peasy. Problem solved.

Think about it.

The argument for abortion is its a woman’s choice or it’s not a baby, a person, until the woman chooses it to be or until it’s born.

Was the child Mary was carrying not a baby, not Jesus, not THE SAVIOR until Mary chose for him to be? Was he not The Christ even before she knew she was pregnant? What if Mary CHOSE that it was too much work to be the mother of Our Savior? Or that it was too much to try and explain this child to her friends and family? Or maybe she just wasn’t ready.

Now I know that every child conceived is not The Lord. However, if you believe that Mary’s child was The Lord before he was born, how can you say that every other child conceived isn’t a child at the moment of conception?

Now I’ve never been in a position where a pregnancy, even unplanned, has been anything but a welcome addition, a moment of joy (even when that moment was followed by pure panic). I don’t know what it feels like to not be overjoyed by the life growing inside me. But I know myself enough to know that there is no decision, no matter the situation.

If you’re reading this and made a decision different than I would have made or that I believe is right, I want you to know that I love you. Even if I don’t know you I love you. I believe you made the wrong choice. I hate the choice you made, but that does not change my feelings about you.

God knew me before I was born. He knew me before I was conceived. Jesus was a person before Mary knew she was pregnant and so was every other baby. It’s one way or the other.

As you get together with your families and celebrate Jesus’s birthday, as you hear the Christmas story, as you look at your nativity sets and exchange gifts, remember that Jesus came as a baby. And he was alive before he took his first breath.

Jesus was a baby.