I feel like I should start off by letting you know that I’m not a writer. I’m not eloquent with words and I usually have a hard time expressing my thoughts and feelings in my everyday conversations so this may be a struggle, but if you hang in there with me, i promise I’ll get to the point. :)
I always said that I would never start one of these. It seems a bit arrogant, to me, to post a blog pages long and expect people to read it when most people can say what they need to in under 140 characters. But what I need to say is going to take a little more than that, so for those who stick it out, thanks!!!
For any of you au students out there reading this, I’m going to assume you saw or at least heard about the pro life display on campus last week. That display is what has prompted my new blogging attempt. (For any of you who know me, you know it must be have been something big to persuade me to speak up. There is nothing more I hate than talking in front of people, and I’m starting to think trying to put it in writing is just as scary.) Anyway, for anyone who didn’t see it, it was a HUGE display that was comparing abortion to other acts of human genocide. It had pictures from the gas chambers of nazi concentration camps and mangled children killed in africa mixed in with some very bloody, gruesome pictures of the bodies of aborted babies. I’ve never seen pictures like these. They were horrifying. Tiny little arms and legs torn from developing fetuses. Babies with faces, fingers, and toes literally split apart. Helpless, innocent, tiny children, slaughtered.
To be honest, my first reaction was just total shock and horror. I usually use the “walk really fast and look busy” tactic to get by any set up on the concourse without anyone talking to me which is easy to do because I’m usually rushing to class. I did happen to glance up this day, though, and what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Like I said before, I’ve never seen images like these. Almost immediately, a wave of intense anger followed the horror. I didn’t know who or what to be angry at, but I was angry. Angry at the people who put up the pictures. Angry at the protesters set up across from them. Angry at the women who would do this to their children. Angry at the doctors who could perform such a heinous, merciless acts. Now the part that has haunted me the most. I didn’t know what to do or how to handle this rush of emotions, so I simply walked away. I put it out of my mind and walked on to my class. I didn’t want to believe this could be real. I didn’t want to be inconvenienced by it.
That night I didn’t sleep. I tried, but every time I began to drift off, I started dreaming about those pictures. Those babies. I dreamed I was holding them, bleeding and torn apart, and there was nothing I could do to save them.
The reason I’m writing this terribly dramatic and emotional blog is because I want to do something. I want to make a difference. I want to speak up for those without a voice. My anger that day was misdirected. I shouldn’t be angry at the people who put up those pictures to show us the reality of what’s happening. I shouldn’t be angry with the girls who thought an abortion was their only option, who were told “it’s just a blob of tissue” and “it’s YOUR body!” I should be angry that I’ve been apathetic and uncaring about the issue. I have been silent. I have done nothing.
"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute." -Proverbs 31:8
So that’s what I’m trying to do. That’s why I’m blogging. That’s why I’m speaking up. It’s also why I am taking donations for Women’s Hope for the Walk for Life. They tell those same girls that they do have a choice. They tell them that there is hope for those who are broken. They tell them there is healing offered at the cross, that there is a Good Physician who loves them and wants to have a relationship with them.
To those who have already supported me, I sincerely thank you. I don’t even know who a couple of you are, but I hope you read this and get to see why I am so thankful for your contribution.
To the rest of you, thanks for sticking it out!! I promise I’m not usually this dramatic and I don’t try to play on people’s emotions to make my point, but this is a dramatic, emotional issue, and I hope you will think about joining me in trying to make a difference, however small:)
