I was present for the birth of my daughter. I was there when she took her first breath, screamed her first scream, and opened her eyes for the first time in this world.
No, I am not a woman, I do not understand what all that entails, but to say ‘my body, my right’ and to then choose to snuff out the life of one such as this for the sake of convenience, or because you did not think it was the right time, or you couldn’t be bothered with the bloating and the weight gain, is perhaps the single most monstrous act I could think of in this world.
There is no nobility there. There is no decency, there is no bravery in actively deciding to end the life of one such as this; there is just cowardice and a perverted sense of right and wrong.
According to the Guttmacher Institute since 1973 there have been some 50 million such monsters walking among us in this nation alone, and though some do regret their actions and find forgiveness at the foot of the cross through repentance, others continue to live as though they did not just commit atrocity. They glory in what ought to be shame, and boast of their decision to end a life and not lose a second’s worth of sleep over it.
It astounds me that something so serious can be taken so glibly in our day and age. It frightens me as to what kind of dark and disturbed world my daughter will grow up in ten, fifteen, twenty years from now, if today murdering your own child, filming it, and putting it on the internet is a vehicle to notoriety and fleeting stardom.
You can be against something out of principle, because you know it is morally wrong, because your beliefs dictate you can see it no other way, but it’s a real gut check when you’re holding a minutes old baby in your arms, and suddenly realize that 50 million such babies, helpless and defenseless, never got to cry, to smile, to suckle, and to grow up.
God bless America indeed!
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.