I was an abortion advocate for 25 years. I carried a sign like this poor girl (and a bumber sticker that said, "If you don't like abortion, don't have one.") Also like her, I talked the talk and refused to go deeper than "it's a woman's right," because what was under that layer was dark and ugly and I knew it. Going there would complicate the issue.
My signs, my flawed reason, my weak debate, my advocacy...none of it ever helped anyone. But it hurt a lot of people. I thought that ultimately I was helping, I really did. I thought I was fighting the good fight for a "necessary sorrow..."
When I watch this young lady I realize that she is also only trying to help, but she is wrong. How do we tell her in a way that will reach her? Or does her child have to die in an abortion too before she will catch a glimmer of the pathology of "choice." What love, what truth will rouse her from her slumber before it is too late for her or someone she knows?
