Yesterday in Washington, D.C., tens of thousand, if not hundreds of thousands, of Americans gathered, marched and spoke of the grave evil of the abortion of millions of children by their mothers from what should be the safest place for them, her womb. Very few so-called news providers even mentioned the huge gathering and the quite youthful make-up of those thousands of people. This morning, my local newspaper had nothing of this huge gathering. These same news providers don’t miss the gatherings of a few dozen when the issue is “gay marriage” or some other freak show trotted out as a common good these days. One of the problems for this “pro-choice” media and their “pro-choice” readers is that support for the abortion of children among younger Americans has slipped dramatically over the last 30 years.
The “pro-choice” for killing children faction has had to resort to euphemisms these days and so we hear them refer to this as “reproductive rights” or “women’s health issues”. But the youngsters are not fooled and they understand what is at stake. They understand that they had potentially a target on them before they were allowed to live amongst others, to grow and laugh, to study and enjoy God’s creation, to make friends and to love. They can see themselves in those aborted lives.
As my own children came of age and they became aware of this murderous scourge thanks first to the Church mentioning it and offering prayers for its end, we had to discuss the matter. How does anyone do this in “nice” terms? It can’t be done. It can only be described as what it is. So, I told them that mothers and fathers have been given the right by the government to kill their children if they don’t want them, and that there are doctors who do the killing for them in operations that tear the baby from their mother’s womb, often cutting it to pieces and who throw the body in the garbage. I also explain that my wife and I could have done that to them, if we wanted to do so, if we didn’t want them in our lives. I also explain that under these facts of life today, they ought to be extra thankful to God for their lives.
There are moments when we can see clear understanding overcome another person, can see it in their eyes, can almost feel it. At those times discussing this horrific “right”, I had that experience talking to my children. They get it. And they get it that other children just like them never had the same opportunity to live, through no fault of their own. They understand that this is murder, that this is a grave mortal sin, but they also get that this is not just an abstract “right” particularly since they have seen the sonogram pictures of themselves in their mother’s womb, with their beautiful heads with lips and eyes, their hands and fingers, their feet and toes, well before they were born, and when they hear from their mother how they moved around and kicked and lived even then.
Aside from my own children, their peers have no doubt had similar conversations with their parents, and seen their own sonogram pictures, have compared their existence to those other children who didn’t get the same opportunities. Sadly, many of those peers have learned that they had a brother or sister that their parents killed, and they have to go through life wondering what that child would have been like to grow up with, to know, to love, to wonder what they would have become, to know of a brother or sister lost to them, and to have to look at their parents with a little less trust.
These facts have had an impact on the children of yesterday who have or are now growing into adults, and this affects their view and their support for this crime. Talk to your children and plainly let them know how close they came to not having a life of their own. Show them the sonograms.