I do not understand the world today.
My heart is breaking in ten million ways.
I was touched when our president shed tears for the murdered school children of Newtown, CT. But why is he not crying for their peers who died before they even had the chance to breathe? All those children who never got to open eyes and look on their mothers’ faces. Who never had the chance to walk through the doors of a school at all.
It has been estimated that nearly 1 of every 4 American children conceived is aborted.
Why is our nation not weeping for them?
500,000 people marched on the capitol this week. The New York Times refused to print an article about it—any article. This is the fifth year running.
No debate is allowed. No discussion is even considered.
Those who weep for the unborn; who give their money, time, and talents to crisis pregnancy centers; who adopt disabled children and pray rosaries and march with their little ones in the cold…these people are called bigots. Right-wing extremists. Pope worshippers. Deluded. Hateful.
For loving these children and their mothers—and their fathers—and speaking up for a child’s right to EXIST, they are punished. Their words are twisted and they are told they are evil. I know. Because I am one of them.
I have lost credibility. I have lost lifelong friends. It is hard—very hard—in my profession to stand for the life of the unborn, the aged, the incapacitated, the convict, the mentally disabled.
I do not speak out because I enjoy the idea of women having babies they don’t want.
EVERY BABY IS WANTED. If not by his or her parents, then by millions of people who want to give that child a chance to live and grow and touch this world.
I do not want to “punish” anyone with a baby. But a baby is not a punishment.
Someone please explain to me how a person can be a punishment?
Someone please explain to me why DEATH should ever be a choice?
I cannot understand.
I cannot stop crying…
I will not stop praying.