Ok, this is a big one. Abortion. Let’s start with a definition. Abortion means to terminate a pregnancy. It’s really rather simple. A woman makes a choice and after a quick visit to the doctor’s office or a tiny little pill, it’s over. Oh, she probably didn’t tell the other half of the equation. He doesn’t have to carry the baby for 9 months. So, again she made a choice.

My son and daughter are adopted.

Bad people want to take that choice away from her. They are pushing their beliefs. How dare they? They think it’s murder and they are protecting the unborn child. Crazies. Her opinion is the only one that matters. It’s her baby and she can terminate at will. It’s her choice. Think of the inconvenience. Think of the stigma.

My son and daughter are adopted.

When does life become valuable? Who determines when? Some would say meaningful life (life worth saving) doesn’t begin until birth. Some would say it begins after the first trimester (seems arbitrary to me.). Others would say it begins at conception. The heart starts beating at 18 days. The brain and spinal cord are formed shortly before the heart. There can be no question that life begins at conception, but is it meaningful.

My son and daughter are adopted.

Who determines what constitutes a meaningful life? Are unborn babies with down syndrome worthy of being born? What if they don’t have a leg? How about cleft lip? or even the wrong sex? Where do you draw the line? How far down the slippery slope do you go? Where does the devaluing of life stop?

My son and daughter are adopted. I thank God they weren’t aborted (oops, sorry, I said the G word.)

Think about it.