The Day Abortion Broke My Heart

I have always been a firm believer that life begins at conception. Years of science classes and nursing school only solidified that position. Every day I try to make other people’s lives better. One of my theme verses in life is in James.

Therefore, to him who knows to do good and does not do it, to him it is sin.

James 4:17 NKJV

Much of the actions we should take as Christians can be guided by just that verse. If you know there is some good you can do in this world, it is your God given duty to do that.  

That belief has led me on quite a few amazing journeys. 

I’ve volunteered as a firefighter, saved lives as an EMT, provided medical care to the victims of ISIS as a nurse in the middle of a war zone, and helped refugees around the world. 

One of the most gut wrenching moments I’ve had in my life came in 2019 while I was working at an Ebola Treatment Center in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It was brutally hot. Temperatures were well over 100 degrees, as we cared for patients suspected of having Ebola. 

Because of the lethality of Ebola, anyone with signs of Ebola was quarantined at our treatment center for three days. Unfortunately, for several women, a miscarriage was one of the possible signs of Ebola.

We admitted 3 mothers who had recently miscarried at nearly the same time. Over the next few days I watched helplessly as they cried all day and night, unable to see their family, unable to see us through our protective equipment, and in constant pain after the loss of their child. 

Across the ocean, New York found itself in the midst of their own first world problems.

They feared that abortion rules were too lax. What if a mother wanted to terminate their pregnancy well past the point of viability? Abortion was legal through 24 weeks, weeks past the earliest surviving premature child (21 weeks), but they wanted more. 

Abortion rights mean the right to end your child up to the moment of birth, the only difference, of course, being the value the mother places on the child at that moment. 

I read the news from New York after exiting the treatment center and going through the decontamination process. I could still hear the mother’s cries.

There she was. Nancy Pelosi. Smiling ear to ear with the sickest grin I have ever seen. She and the rest of her party posing for a joyous picture after signing a law allowing the dismemberment of a child until every part of that child had left the womb. All the while, the wails of the mother continued in the background. 

That was the moment abortion broke my heart.

In their mind the value of a child’s life came down to just one person’s momentary feeling towards them. 

If a mother wanted her child, she could deliver them at 22 weeks and every heroic effort would be made to save the baby’s life. 

If the mother did not want the child… The child had no rights and their life could be torn apart by the very “doctors” that swore to do no harm. 

To think that abortion is a right is barbaric. The value of a life is not reliant on one person’s opinion of it at one moment of time. 

Life is a precious gift from God.
I’ll do what I can to help preserve it both before and after birth. 

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