The Sixth Street Bridge

The Sixth Street Bridge
At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Feast of the Holy Innocents

I knew today's Feast was coming and I tried my best to ignore it.  Some things are just too difficult to deal with head on and still be able to function for the day.  But, at least here, I can "say" something about today's Feast of the Holy Innocents.

Matthew 2:13-18

...When the wise men had departed, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, "Get up, take the child and his mother, and flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you; for Herod is about to search for the child, to destroy him." Then Joseph got up, took the child and his mother by night, and went to Egypt, and remained there until the death of Herod. This was to fulfill what had been spoken by the Lord through the prophet, "Out of Egypt I have called my son."  When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the wise men. Then was fulfilled what had been spoken through the prophet Jeremiah:
"A voice was heard in Ramah,
wailing and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children;
she refused to be consoled,
because they are no more." 
 
I remember as a child I had an elaborate children's Bible with beautiful color pictures and a lot of them were down right scary.  The picture for this story always scared me a lot.  The image is scary today, on the heels of the Newtown tragedy.  A lot of debate has arisen with loud outcries and protests after Newtown and people attempting to draw similarities, if any, to the abortion holocaust in this country.  I can't speak to the argument at all, it's too emotional for me.  The only thing I can speak to is that the mothers of the Newtown children and any mother who has lost a child, no matter how, refuses to be consoled. 
 
When someone truly learns and recognizes and admits what abortion really is - they too will see that there is no real difference.  Live Action News promoted an article yesterday with a Review of Surgical Abortion.  Typically, I would read these types of articles as a form of self punishment.  I couldn't get to the end of this one, but then I thought I needed to share it and maybe someone who isn't convinced yet will read the whole thing and something in their mind or heart will change. Because really, what's the difference?  The loss of a child is the loss of a child.  I used to errantly believe that I had no right to grieve for my Grace because of the role I played in her death.  I know now that I have every right and need to grieve for her.


4 comments:

  1. Thank you Leila - it helps to have reminders from time to time especially when one is feeling like a very weak little soul. I hope 2013 brings you many blessings!

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  2. Wow, I love this post! And this blog. I just read that verse in Jeremiah 31:15 a couple days ago as I cried for my child who I aborted almost four years ago. I didn't know who Rachel was or what that scripture meant, but God comforted me in Jeremiah 31 and even now as I was enlightened by what you wrote.

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