An article in Salon shows clearly the essential difference between the pro-life camp and the pro-death camp.
As a pro-lifer, the concept of little arms and legs floating in a glass container is heartbreaking and horrifying. On the other hand, the pro-death camp thinks they are a sign of progress.
These are the words of a person who worked in an abortion clinic. These are the words of someone who thinks that what they did was good:
“The girl was quiet and kept her wide eyes fixed on the ceiling. I stood above and to the right of her head, feeling like I had no right to be there. Before long the girl began crying out in pain as he did his work between her legs. The assistant explained to her that the doctor was manually dilating her cervix. She was moving around a bit as if her body was rejecting the pain and discomfort and the doctor and assistant told her in serious tones that she needed to be still. Once she was dilated enough, the doctor began the vacuum aspiration, which pulls the embryo from the uterus. The sucking noises during the aspiration sounded much like when they suck your spit at the dentist. Then, just like that, it was done and the noise stopped. The girl lay still, sobbing softly.
I followed my trainer to the lab where products of conception (P.O.C.) were inspected to make sure the doctor removed all the bits that, if left behind, could cause an infection. My trainer made a point to show me the tiny arms and legs floating in the glass baking pan. At 10 weeks and beyond, those appendages are formed and clearly recognizable.
It was all so heavy. The loneliness of those little arms and legs. That girl, so clearly suffering during the procedure. Before my job at the clinic, my stance on abortion had been so black and white. I had been firmly pro-choice for as long as I could remember. Was it possible that working here could change my mind?”
So how did she justify her position? Easy – she simply decided that some lives were worth more than others. And at the end of the day, that is what the abortion argument boils down to:
“Abortion is fraught with so much negative sentiment, and in a sense, abortion is plucking a life from existence that has yet to have the opportunity to thrive. No one is claiming it’s pleasant. There is nothing black and white about abortion. It’s every shade of gray. But for us pro-choicers, the woman’s life trumps the embryo or fetus. That’s the bottom line.”
By the fifth week of pregnancy the baby’s heart has started beating. Most women do not even realise they are carrying a new life until much later.
April 16, 2016
Those who work in medicine – even in its corrupt or iniquitous practices – bear a unique witness to the Psalmist’s vision of “fearfully and wonderfully made”. The heaviness the apprentice abortionist describes, the lonliness he feels contemplating the perfectly formed little arms and legs floating dismembered in the pan – this is his own confrontation with Veritas and the verities.
And he doesn’t like it much.
As a reluctant witness to the “more to heaven and earth” beyond his ken, he seeks solace in his own convictions of what he believes to be fundametally true about life and death. Alone with his god, he affirms his credo. We are our own gods. We decide for ourseves what is good and evil. We choose what is the value and desires of this life over that life. Thus, the stronger life and will is what matters and prevails and determines the issues of life in the person of the woman and her choice, the abortionists and their choice, the society which legitimizes abortions through its laws and health system.
What follows from this is that fearfully and wonderfully made little body in its remnants will then be harvested for soft drinks, transhuman projects like cloning, cosmetics, vaccines, etc. And that is all the world perishing in its sins will see of the matter. That is all the abortionist will see of the matter. But that is not the end.
The Day comes when those forlorn remnants floating in the pan will reknit and the resurrected body of the living soul of this child will stand before the minor deities who whose made their decisions. Those who received the proceeds will look at the abortionist’s bottom line and see the meaning of that boob job, that autoimmune disease, that bio-tech science project and its mayhem.
And the Author of Life on that Day turning to the soul He knew from all eternity, the soul He created in the time that was given, a soul who now is raised before Him and say: “I will hear your prayer”.
The murder of the innocent is a sin crying to heaven for vengeance and these sins are all going to have to be expiated.
July 19, 2015
There is a disturbing similarity between this young woman’s journey of “enlightenment” and story after story told at Nuremberg or through the South African Truth and Reconciliation commission. Every journey begins with the first step and when the direction of that step is in the direction of immorality the end of the journey arrives only when externally imposed.
If you took two hundred ordinary decent people and led them straight into a concentration camp they would immediately be repulsed and very likely be keen to do what they could to improve things. And yet after less than 10 years groupthink and inuring it was possible for those same two hundred people not merely to run a concentration camp but laugh and enjoy the experience.
Abortion goes on behind closed doors and is “so easy” to justify when the immediate needs of the mother are given primacy over every other argument. If it’s as innocuous as everyone would like us to believe, maybe all schools could include videos of D&C abortions in the same part of the curriculum where they promote homosexuality. In addition to being a crime in its own right, we also need to be sensitive to the probability of paradigm creep. This is where it’s “OK” before 12 weeks because they’re not formed yet, then “OK” until 20 weeks because they wouldn’t survive on their own yet or, in China, “OK” until the feet are delivered.
At the end of the day you can justify any atrocity if you try hard enough!
June 8, 2015
Truly an unspeakable crime. The victim’s blood cries out to God.