Regret

“And you are lukewarm and neither cold nor hot, I am going to vomit you from my mouth.”

Revelation 3:16

Aramaic Bible in Plain English

I am an incorrigible daydreamer, lost in thought is my default, but one day I was pulled from my mental wanderings by something a girl said. She was not sure about abortion—she would never have one herself—but if someone else wanted to get an abortion, she would support that woman’s right to do so. Her reasoning seemed to be that she wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong, so she personally wouldn’t do it.

I held my tongue then, partly because I was so taken aback by the statement, and partly—it is something I regret—because I knew that my own passion on the subject had led me into trouble already, that I would become unbridled if I spoke.

My thoughts at the time were twofold. At first I was of the opinion that this was good, maybe a general uneasiness regarding this atrocity was taking root in people’s minds. However, experience has shown that my second instincts were right, this was far worse than the stance of the hardcore pro-abortion crowd.

It’s a lie, like making abortion legal and rare. This “position” amounts to lip service acknowledging the other side, while still condoning—partially encouraging—the wholesale slaughter of babies. On some issues there can be no middle ground—you cannot halfway abort a child—and fabricating a “compromise” is only an underhanded attempt to shut up the opposition. I know it shut me up.

You are either taking a knife and chopping to bits the very image of innocents, or you are getting the equivalent of a haircut. You are either on the side of life or death. And thinking back on that day, I am full of regret, because I did not stand up for the innocent, I was not on the side of life.

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