Real freedom of choice is the freedom to choose Life and Love

I’ve been thinking about this all day and ever since last night: what does “choice” mean? What does choice mean to me and what does it mean to people who throw the word around so easily, as if it were nothing. As if it were just another slogan. As if it had nothing to do with life and death and a baby’s last breath. Or the soul of a heartbroken man or woman, feeling overwhelmed and alone and scared half to death. What is freedom of choice?

Real freedom of choice is the freedom to choose Life and Love. The freedom to embrace a tiny one and be that one’s voice. To uphold the right to enfold life within your womb.

The right to dare to live and give life and rejoice!

A prayer request from Abby Johnson

Prayer request from Abby Johnson, former director of a Planned Parenthood abortuary who is now working for Life. Please read her post and pass it around. And pray for Dr. Boyd, who: Continue reading “A prayer request from Abby Johnson”

When people say they are for “choice”, what do they mean?

When people say they are for “choice”, what do they mean? Do people mean that they choose to have sex, no matter the consequences? That their desire to have sex outweighs every other factor in their lives? That they are willing to die for it? That they are willing to kill for it? That they are willing to use force to force someone else to kill for it?

What does “choice” mean? Who chooses this choice and what is the choice that they choose? Why don’t people finish the sentence and say what they mean? Continue reading “When people say they are for “choice”, what do they mean?”

At the Abortuary, a few lines of verse

I was thinking this evening about the pro-life campaigns in which I’ve taken part, and decided to share a memory with you, straight from my heart. But sometimes when I mean to write prose–why, only heaven knows–what comes out is in verse. That’s what happened tonight, so here’s what I wrote, for better or worse.

At the Abortuary

On a cold gray day in February,
I stand in the rain at the abortuary
And pray as a car pulls into the drive,
And watch the first client (not patient) arrive;
Watch the workers rush out the front door,
Watch them hurry to surround her before
She can read the words on the sign that I hold,
Or hear the words of the truth that longs to be told.
The voices of those who now surround her
Seek not to help but to truly confound her.
Oh, Lord, forgive them, they know not what they do.
As unto the least of these—O, Lord, they know not!—
So do they unto You!

—Disciple, Jan 21, 2011.

Ask Them What They Mean When They Say ‘Choice’ Blog Day, Jan 21 2011Today is “Ask Them What They Mean When They Say ‘Choice’ Blog Day”. Read more. And, please, join in!

January 21 is “Ask Them What They Mean When They Say ‘Choice’ Blog Day”

Ask Them What They Mean When They Say ‘Choice’ Blog Day, Jan 21 2011January 21 is Ask Them What They Mean When They Say ‘Choice’ Blog Day and I’m writing some posts for it tonight, which I’ll upload later. I only found out about the event this afternoon, so I’ve got my writing work cut out for me. Did some research and drank some coffee. Now I’m going to eat some dinner and put some thoughts together. See you tomorrow! If you’ve got a blog, why don’t you join us?

“Ask Them What They Mean When They Say ‘Choice’ Blog Day” Jan 21 2011! Read more.