It’s that time again!  It’s the time of year when many local churches start filling their front yards with little white crosses symbolizing all the children that have died in abortions.  That’s good, right?  Shouldn’t the church publicly denounce sin (murder)?  Well….yes.  And shouldn’t the church try to encourage those considering abortion to instead seek other options?  Again, yes.  Absolutely yes!  So while I agree with these statements, let me perfectly clear about something else:  We are only telling half the story, and to tell half the story is to tell the wrong story.

Let me explain what I’m saying by asking you to wear a different pair of shoes for a moment.  For a moment pretend that you are the would-be mom that had her child aborted:  You are driving down the street one morning on the way to work 6 years after your abortion and you pass a school.  Seeing all the cute little boys and girls running from the bus and into the school with pony tails flopping and hearing shouts of excited children, you suddenly realize that your baby boy or girl would now be old enough to be running into that same school with them if you hadn’t terminated your pregnancy.  And then the guilt hits, like it has so many times before.  You know in the back of your mind that you didn’t just “terminate a pregnancy”, but rather, you killed a little baby.  It seemed like a good move at the time, your career was taking off and the father really wasn’t the right guy, money was tight… but when the guilt came after the abortion, it never went away.  You continue driving and are trying to push the guilt and tears back down inside where you keep them buried.  That’s when you then drive up next to a church.  In the front lawn are rows of white crosses and some banners explaining that each one represents an aborted child.  The whole scene is carefully designed like a graveyard to remind you that abortion is murder, and murder is wrong!  But the problem is that you already know it was wrong!!  You have been living with the pain and guilt of it for six long years!  Often you lash out in anger loudly declaring it is a woman’s right to do whatever she wants with her body, and her life, but often it is those very same nights that you cry yourself to sleep.  And you wonder to yourself if God could ever forgive a person for killing a little boy or girl like those ones at the school… like the one you killed?  But you think to yourself, “I don’t know what to do, all hope is lost… it’s too late.  I can’t talk to anybody about this!  My friends are all pro-choice and the people at that church think I am a monster and remind me of it every day.  Maybe I am a monster?!? I must push this pain down, and try to get through another day…” Read more…