“Amazing Grace”, Abortion and Imagery
The fam and I recently watched Amazing Grace. I was struck by a scene in which William Wilberforce ambushes a group of British MPs (Members of Parliament) on board a pleasure cruise of the harbor. Wilberforce is standing on the deck of a slave ship and assails his unsuspecting audience with a graphic verbal description of the horrific conditions experienced by those Africans kidnapped by British slavers.
I couldn’t help but compare this stunt with the use of imagery by Pro-Life/Anti-Abortion advocates. I thought it revealing that Wilberforce’s trap is shown to be a bold and heroic move. What is the difference between Wilberforce’s recitation of the evils of slavery and a Pro-Lifer’s use of abortion imagery? None, I think.
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You have a point when used to influence mature adults. But I’ll emphasize that young children should not be exposed to such imagery.
Otherwise, bravo.
Hmmm… I’m not so sure.
While I wouldn’t go out of my way to shove these kinds of images in the faces of small children, I think any child mature enough to navigate the world wide web is probably mature enough to handle this horrible reality.
I’m not sure how long I will hide this atrocity from my children. After all, it is killing thousands of their peers every day.
God Bless
Unfortunately, we seem to be a nation who will rise up in unity against cruelty to animals, and stand up to pedophiles, while saying killing an unborn child is nothing to get upset about. Since when did premeditated murder of an innocent human being become okay with God?
By all means, these pictures should be shown until they sicken people into taking action. There are many positive things we can do that don’t involve violence against abortion clinics by pro-lifers.
These films could and should be shown to youth groups in every church. We can also support ministries and programs designed to encourage unwed teens to keep their babies, and either adopt them to folks who would be responsible loving parents, or offer these would-be unwed parents financial assistance until they can support themselves. While I know many people object to that, better supporting an unwed mother and her child for a time, than having one more horrific murder chalked up in our nation’s mounting abortion statistics. You can’t put a monetary value on a human life.
There are two parts of this whole abortion thing. Not only is abortion murdering an unborn child, but abortion oftentimes murders the spirit inside the woman who went through this.
As a mother of a daughter who took the option of abortion (at 3 1/2 months I might add – forgive me if I ramble here a moment, I still myself struggle with this) I have personally seen the devastation that it causes to a woman in her soul, in her heart, in her spirit, in her emotions, in her entire being. Many, many women, not just my daughter, live with that horrible act inside of them and never ever turn to the Lord for healing. They never reconcile what they did with what Christ did for us on the cross.
My daughter attempted suicide 5 years after she had done this and to this day still mourns for what she has done. She was told she would never have children because of it (thank the Lord that wasn’t the case) but in reality she was forever scarred. I have spent countless hours with her in my arms, both of us sharing tears, and yet her healing hasn’t totally happened. She cannot find God’s forgiveness for her nor her own forgiveness for herself.
I myself bear scars and took years to come to terms with what happened and only then by God’s perfect mercy.
So while I agree that there needs to be a support system for unwed mothers and much more, I also believe that somehow more women who have experienced this devastation and are walking in devastation need to somehow be reached too.
My heart hurts.
Remember,we are all spiritual beings having a human experience…
Fifty five years and some-odd months ago, My Mom and Dad engaged in sexual congress with the express purpose of having a child. Within a few hours, one of my father’s sperm managed to penetrate my mother’s egg, and a very short time later, something truly miraculous happened.
The egg divided, and all of the genetic information that made up my father, and all of the genetic information that made up my mother combined to make up all of the genetic information that is me, Timmyjohn. And ever since that moment, I have been on a spiritual journey to become me. I have never for a moment stopped becoming me. And I had as much of a God given, unalienable right to the process of becoming me when I was composed of two cells as I do now, when I am composed of way too many cells. (Especially around my middle!)
This is because during gestation, regardless of which “trimester”, (HA! what a human word!), I was becoming Tim Hansen. I wasn’t becoming a blowfish, or a gazelle, or a pollywog, or a bristle cone pine tree, or a bacterium, or an African gray parrot. To be sure, I am not today the man I was yesterday, or that I was last year, or that I was at the age of twenty, or even the person I was at six weeks in the womb. But it is inarguable that every nano-second from conception to this moment has been spent in the ineluctable continuum of my creation, and no one man or nation of men or especially my mother has the right to interrupt that continuum. To do so would be murder. How could it not be so?
It seems the modern feminist movement has pinned its idea of liberation to the realization of complete reproductive freedom. The argument goes that each and every woman must have the sole responsibility for her own body. The problem with this logic of course is that the supposed “need” for an abortion arises out of an utter abdication of that responsibility in favor of short term sexual gratification. I mean relatively short. At least, I’ve never heard of an orgasm lasting fifty-five years and some odd months! Therefore, it does one absolutely no good to start demanding “reproductive rights” after one has reproduced! It’s like screaming “Gravity isn’t fair!!!” after you’ve deliberately jumped off a cliff!
The question posed by my statement above is not at all the murky, unsolvable conundrum some would have me believe. My existence is a fact .There is really only one point at which it seems logical that that existence commenced, and that is that point of conception. All life is precious. All life is a continuum, from beginning to end, there for to end that life prematurely is the gravest of sins.
I don’t know what to make of this. I only know that the argument belongs right here, at the beginning.
Preach it!