It Must Be Stopped

I’m afraid this post is going to be solemn, and frankly, a heavy read. If you’re looking for something to make you laugh, read a different post. I’m going to discuss a mature topic, and it’s not going to be fun. It might pierce your heart. Hopefully, however, I convey the truth.

Still reading? Here we go.

I’m late writing about this topic, simply because of how fast the media moves. This is because I needed time to collect my thoughts, and time to come to grips with reality and my need to state my convictions.

In C.S. Lewis’ book, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the subject of slavery is discussed. One of the main characters, King Caspian, comments on the effect of the slave trade in the Lone Islands, one of his provinces:

“I believe I understand the slave trade from within…and I do not see that it brings into the islands meat or bread or beer or wine or timber or cabbages or books or instruments of music or horses or armor or anything else worth having. But whether it does or not, it must be stopped.”

Now, let me paraphrase Caspian as I take a stand–on abortion.

I believe I understand abortion, and I do not see that it brings into the the world meat or bread or clean water or building materials or organic food or books or schools or musical instruments or transportation or anything else worth having. But whether it does or not,

It Must Be Stopped.

Let me clarify. I believe abortion should be allowed in cases of rape or incest. It should also be an option if the pregnancy is threatening the mother’s life. But for the love of all children, for the love of the child born yesterday, the child conceived today, and every human being who walks or will walk this earth, we must stop making abortion the plague of our day.

Now, someone might say, “You’re a man; you can’t talk about a woman’s health.” You’re right, I am a man. I’m also a human being, a child of God (if you’re religious), and I claim the right to defend my fellow brothers and sisters of the human race, born or in the womb.

Abortion is not a great medical advancement. In some form or another, it’s been practiced for thousands of years. Murder did not suddenly become hip or progressive with the modern rifle, and a “clean” abortion is not any less barbaric or primitive or wrong than abortion by ancient Egyptian priest or worshipper of Molech.

Am I condemning anyone who has had an abortion? No, because I’ve made mistakes too. Everyone makes mistakes.

But I can’t be silent. It’s easy to defend Cecil the Lion, or whales, or the earth. Why not humans?

I understand that for some people, abortion seems kind: it’s letting a child escape a sometimes cruel world. When, however, a child is aborted, so are their dreams, their future, the good they may have done.

If a seed is valuable for the tree it may become, then how much more valuable is the “cluster of cells” that may become the next Moses, or Madame Curie, or Mozart, or—

What greatness may the child that was not aborted today become?