Many evenings over the past months, my husband and I have been watching CBC’s A People’s History of Canada. It’s been fascinating to learn about those who built this country when there was nothing but wilderness. Without going into details, it took a lot. One pioneer woman was making the move from London, England to join her husband in the Canadian prairies in the late 1880s. First things first, she got all her teeth pulled and dentures made. The prairies held opportunity, but no dentists.

Our own grandparents had a different mentality of duty and sacrifice. They sacrificed a lot to make ends meet and raise families.

We don’t do that today, not always, anyway. The linked Chatelaine article is the story of a fairly well-established, married woman in her 30s who has two kids and aborts the third. She later goes on to birth her fourth.

It’s an old story: yes, we get it, EVERYONE is doing it. Thus we see how the abortion regime has no logic. For the point of stories  like these is to do two incompatible things: one is celebrate the normalcy of abortion for EVERYONE, the other is declare women who get abortions and talk about it to be very, very brave.

My point here is to reflect on her need to go public and thereby collectively redefine bravery by writing this article. She gets her accolades in the comments. (Although some, oddly, chastise her for having a glass of wine when she finds out (!?) and others criticize her for getting pregnant if she didn’t want to be. I don’t think I need to tell this audience that precisely none of these are a pro-life reaction.)

When she gives life to her fourth, it was without the sense of doom, she says.

When facing doom, when facing hardship, our response these days is to eradicate the hardship. In the past, the idea behind courage and bravery was to withstand and come out the other side a changed and/or better person.

One final comment: post-abortion, she mentions meeting up with a friend who “was trying to have another baby and had suffered several miscarriages. I didn’t dare tell her about my day.” I’ll say. I know what I would have said to her. And it wouldn’t have been pretty. But why not confess to her too? Is it because the burden of saying I just killed my child while you would so love to have one is awkward? Is that not part of the journey of sharing, together? Is this not part of “avoiding holding our collective breath”? Or might it just be indecent to put this on someone in that circumstance? And if, just if, it is indecent to do that in those circumstances, then why for the love of all things good in this world, is it AOK to force this indecency upon us via a widely read magazine?

This is why pro-abortion “sharing” is now–and always will be–counter-productive.

To conclude, some advice for pro-choicers: Abortion in your worldview is either normal, or brave, but it isn’t and can’t be both.

This may look cute, but it’s actually a defiant baby fist, raised high. If I could have found a photo with the third finger raised, I would have posted that. The problem with the pro-life movement is that babies can never join a union and protest their own mothers and fathers.

I recently listened to an abortion debate, hosted by a major Toronto radio station some years ago. The pro-choicer was the one talking religion and saying that abortion is nowhere mentioned in the Bible. (I just think it’s worth mentioning that while many pro-lifers are religious, we aren’t the ones citing chapter and verse in public debates.)

This pro-choicer seems to revel in the fact that abortion isn’t mentioned, therefore, it is licit or good.

I found myself thinking a couple of things.

One is this: Abortion may not be mentioned by name in the Bible. That would not surprise me. But there is a commandment that says not to kill. You can only circumvent that commandment if you don’t actually think there’s anything to kill in abortion, but most women know why they are getting an abortion and it’s because someone is growing that will become, in due course, a born child. So there’s that.

But the second thing I thought was this: There is no such thing as an unwanted person in the Bible. No concept of unwanted child. No concept of unwanted pregnancy. The central point, written throughout the Bible is of God using little, even unimportant people in big ways. Plenty of examples.

Now were I the debater I’m sure I would have had the presence of mind to say precisely none of this. But that’s what blogs are for. And I have one of those. So I thought I’d type this little thought up, and here we are.

God uses “unwanted” people for big things and has a purpose and a plan for each one of us. If mothers considering abortion knew this about themselves, I think it would help in avoiding abortion.

There’s a Slate article, available here, saying that new evidence shows women are very sure about their abortion decisions.

A friend called me to tell me about it (well, actually, she called about something else but ended up mentioning this article.)

My very first reaction was this: “I bet they didn’t look long term.”

So here’s the study upon which the Slate article is based. All you need to know I will summarize here, see bold:

Eligible women at four family planning facilities in Utah completed baseline demographic surveys and scales before their abortion information visit and follow-up interviews 3 weeks later.

It is self-evident to me that three weeks later women could feel confident. When I talk about abortion and mention the long term, I’m not worried about weeks. I’m worried about years.

Example: If a woman gets pregnant in university and has an abortion, it might feel like you got rid of the “problem,” which is essentially an issue of how can she can possibly do life under these circumstances–with a baby? But say fast forward twenty years to a time when she desires to get pregnant but can’t. Would the abortion decision not come back to haunt her? My guess is yes.

A three week follow up so you can declare abortion to be consequence free is ridiculously unfair to women and girls.

So, Slate: Let me know when someone does a study assessing abortion regret after 30 years. Then (after checking methodology) I will pay close attention.

This article is about miscarriage. My point in linking to it is to capture the sentiment of the mother, who was married, in a stable, loving relationship and yet, when she got pregnant, she felt fear that she only slowly overcame.

The whole problem with abortion (other than the disrespect for mothers, women and new life) is that a decision must be made very quickly.

So I wonder if convicted pro-choice people ever grapple with this angle. The idea that what appears to be a scary thing could morph into a good thing. This is so often the case. It’s true in moves to new cities, new jobs, marriage. Why not with the creation of new people?

None of it felt real. I nodded while we hugged, but I wondered if the test was wrong. We had been married six and a half years, and even though we had been talking about getting pregnant for a while, I wasn’t excited — I was terrified. Part of me still felt more like child than parent, made even smaller by this news. My heart knocked around in my chest, and I wondered if Zack could see the anxiety on my face. His joy made me more afraid, and more excited.

I use a free image site called Pixabay. I searched for images under the word “fear” and this came up. Perhaps it’s common to experience fear in pregnancy, fear that women overcome?