Abortion

Women [enraged by Roe being overturned] should ask themselves why they feel their lives are more important than anyone else’s, so much that they have the privilege to murder another human being, for convenience, (almost all the time.)

Calling a baby in the womb a fetus or anything else doesn’t turn it into a dolphin. It’s human.

The baby has different DNA — so it’s not the mother’s body anymore. Different person than the mother.

The baby is inside her BY HER CHOICE when she decided to have sex.

She was raped? That’s horrifying. But the baby’s DNA is different — so killing it answers the crime of rape with the crime of murder.

And this nonsense about life beginning at birth, with breath? Utter chicanery. The baby is alive in the womb or it couldn’t be alive when it comes out. (Provided, of course, its life isn’t too inconvenient.)

Killing a human baby in the womb is clearly, abundantly, unmistakably murder — which is why when a pregnant woman is murdered, the killer can be charged with two homicides.

There is no retort that justifies murdering innocent, defenseless human beings.

Categorically, none. There’s no honest debate to be had.

If our so called leaders — left and right — were interested in the health of the soul of our nation, they’d be spending all of their energy on figuring out how to help young women not become pregnant, or deal with their pregnancy once they decide to chance getting pregnant, and become so.

Instead our media and politicians and useful idiots on both sides do nothing but rally hate, thinking it will rally votes.

That’s why libs always say I don’t have a dog in the hunt and am not allowed to have an opinion.

Which is sad, because liberals have so much empathy and passion. They have so much capacity for growth and adaption, so much love, so much everything — but all I see among them is rage and hatred. Too bad they’re captured, owned, siloed, fed shit and provoked daily by their own puppetmasters.

The right is equally fucked in the head with the identical problem. But we’re talking about abortion, and that albatross belongs to the left.

All the best to you. Wishing you well.

#TrueConfession: It’s hard not to tweak people a little bit. Just to wake them up. But I could have been more graceful. I imagine my words are hard medicine for women who’ve had abortions. It sucks that growth often requires pain.

I’ve felt so much of it lately I’ve committed to learning without it.

Hang with me. You know I’ll come back. I always do.

I watched a movie last night that blew me away. Most Christian films wander from the source, have poor production, acting, whatever. This one really shocked me: Saul: The Journey to Damascus. Not perfect, but so full of genius, it’s highly worth the watch. It’s free on Amazon Prime.

It might be that I liked the movie because it gave clarity to things I’d already been thinking about, regarding myself, but hadn’t quite had the courage to bring to a conclusion.

Saul of Tarsus had to give up hating the destroyers (Christians) of his faith (Judaism) to see what they were. He had to give up hate as a response in his arsenal, before he became capable of the consciousness necessary to be the Apostle Paul.

I have several absolutes in my views. I wonder, as Saul of Tarsus must have, how is it possible that what I know to be absolutely true, isn’t?

Hate, irritation, frustration, no time, thousand screaming voices from every direction…

Even the wickedest among us is human, and even a sociopath is one of God’s creations. Hating one of God’s creations is the surest way to never actually see what it is, and that is why hate has to be removed from our possible responses.

The only way to understand is to first grant the other party the same humanity we claim for ourselves. To walk a mile in her shoes, as the saying goes. And the only way to win them is to love them enough to say, Come and see, the way Jesus did, over and over, until what they learn doesn’t come from you, but comes from their own desire (as I must believe all humans have) to do and be better, whatever that means to them.

If they choose not to come and see, they will still have seen the example of love. Maybe the next person who meets them with love will move them closer to understanding.

Meet them with judgment and hate and they will return the favor.

As I said above about siloing, the best way to keep people on a platform watching ads go by, earning revenue whether they click or not, is to feed them the stuff they respond to. People respond to hate quite a bit. Social media platforms favor and advance the material. And people are happy to have their hate buttressed by their tribe, all the other people who share the same misgivings about the same other crowd. The Republicans. The Democrats.

All the while, the politicians are happy because instead of demanding good governance and accountability from them, we let them run amok. They know they have cover. Because of siloing, only half the country will learn what they did, and that half already hates them. Their own side will never find out and wouldn’t believe it if they did.

Great deal all around, except we the people are being stampeded over a cliff and all we do is point at each other and scream how the other side is Hitler.

There are issues that divide us. We need to respect the people we disagree with enough to see their humanity, to empathize with their suffering, and to sincerely want a solution that works for them.

I believe abortion takes the lives of living humans. But that doesn’t mean that a young woman who made a mistake, is pregnant, and is terrified she’s just lost her future doesn’t have a valid, urgent concern.

As a Christian I’m called upon to love her, and be kind, and if I do nothing else, that is enough. If I believe she sins, punishing it lies in God’s wheelhouse, not mine. My proper role as a Christian is to treat her as my beloved sister and be as concerned for her welfare as I am about mine.

If all I do is love the person who sins, and show as much concern for her soul as that of her unborn, I will have met both of Jesus’s commands. I will have honored the Father and loved my neighbor as myself.

I’m not talking about preaching at her. That isn’t what she needs. Just the love and support.

The example is the preaching.

She has agency. She has choice. She gets to choose her path, and I have to respect that and let her live her consequences.

Later there is a chance I will be able share ideas that matter to her. Or maybe being kind was my only role, and someone else is appointed to water the seed I planted with even more love. That’s how it’s supposed to work.

Again, if she’s wrong, my only responsibility is to love her.

On the other hand, if I hate her, name call, shout, curse, degrade, then all I have done is create an enemy from a person just as heartbroken and confused about her issues as I am about some of mine.

Madmen, people who would murder you, Democrats, Republicans, Nazis, Communists, leaders who would oppress you, they are all human. Some of them have been hearing God call. Some of them are ready to hear him. Some ready to answer. Your love and blunt truth could be the light that penetrates their darkness.

Or maybe they’ve heard Him more clearly than you. How would you know without meeting them in love?

Love everyone. Lose the hatred. Do whatever it takes. You can’t see Christ through eyes covered in shit.

I was an atheist until I was 30 or so, and as a brand new Christian I used to wonder what wonderful purpose God put me here for.

Twenty years later I realized our only purpose is to learn how to love. Not to make a certain income, write a certain book, etc.

I believe our highest purpose isn’t in this life. Our perfect form isn’t in this life. When we die it doesn’t go black. It goes light. We find ourselves standing in the presence of God, just as we do now, here, unknowing, because the material body is a veil, and we don’t perceive it until death removes it.

When I stand before my Creator I’m going to fall flat on my stomach and weep. Until then I’m going to learn how to love the people my nature inclines me to hate.

We need to be thinking about love right now more than any point in our history.

How’d the conversation play out? The woman wrote back,

I believe in freedom of speech and respect one’s right to his/her opinion. We disagree.

Sincere wishes that you evolve.

I replied,

Thank you. I am evolving and I recognize that my point of view isn’t the endpoint of where our country’s conversation about abortion needs to be. I thank you for your civility.

She said,

I’ve been a nurse going on 4 decades. I have seen so much rape, genital mutilation, PTSD (the list is endless). I’m afraid I’ll never see eye to eye with your viewpoint. Funny thing, there’s love underlying both viewpoints. You see it from a more pure, raw reaction. Mine is muddied, tarnished, blemished…I want that unconditional reasoning…but I’ve seen far too many tragic interferences.

I said,

I hear you. I don’t see eye to eye with my viewpoint either. It leaves out all the pain and the tragedy of the woman who has to make the decision, and the consequences she bears, either way. The solution is bigger than me, I admit.

She said,

we can’t group this into a black and white vote. There are far too many different scenarios and ultimately, “the woman” should have some voice. When I see what some of these women have gone through, I don’t know how to react. I’m speechless and unable to defend them. But for heavensake, don’t allow politics to dictate their situation. Love, support and respect one’s right to deal with his/her situation is the best I can come up with.

Maybe God’s onto something with this whole love thing.