Fifty Years Ago – A Choice
It was March 1970—fifty years ago.
A young engaged couple sat across the desk from a doctor and heard the words, “Yes, you are pregnant.”
Neither remembered another word he said from that point on, but he had confirmed their fear.
Few words were spoken on the long drive back. For the sake of anonymity, the doctor visit took place in a city a couple of hours drive from their own town.
That evening the troubled couple followed through with plans to attend a college basketball game with friends, a married couple they had recently come to know. Knowing the dilemma at hand, the wife, Tonya (not her real name) tried to give comfort and assistance.
“I know where you can get an abortion if that’s what you want to do,” she said.
After all, the pregnant one had just spoken of the dread of having to tell her parents. She knew her mom and dad would be saddened by her behavior and disappointed in her. She also knew they would be embarrassed when they had to face friends and family members. And what would the people at church think? Both of her parents were Sunday School teachers.
In addition, she, herself, would need to face that same embarrassment and humiliation. And besides, having a baby now would interfere with college. She was on the down-hill slide of her second year.
An abortion would eliminate all those uncomfortable and inconvenient scenarios.
But then she asked herself, “what exactly is an abortion?” Her mind was racing.
Tightening her clasped hands, she turned her face to her fiancé and said, “Would you want to kill our baby?”
She stared into his face.
“I want to do whatever you want to do,” was his reply.
Her mind seemed like a racetrack with cars speeding in every direction. Then she saw the image of a tiny form growing in her belly. A tear slid down her cheek—and then another one.
“We’re not going to kill our baby,” she announced.
|L to R: Guy, Connie, Neil, Shannon - 1995|
A few months later, our son, Shannon, was born and I became a mother. He was perfect and wonderful.
Less than two years later his little brother, Neil, was born. He too was perfect and wonderful and has given us four terrific grandchildren.
The thought that an abortion might have taken place is nightmarish. There would have been no Shannon and possibly no Neil either, because having an abortion can cause damage that leaves a woman unable to ever have children.
|Our eight grandchildren - Photo by Allison Laster|
That baby that we decided not to kill has grown into a wonderful God-fearing man. Throughout his life he has brought great joy to many people, especially his parents.
He was such a fun little boy and a high achiever and leader in high school. With great pride we watched him graduate from the US Naval Academy. He then served our country for twenty years as an aviator in the Navy and Air Force.
He has given us four fantastic grandchildren who are now teenagers. After retiring from the military, he and his wife have settled in our hometown to finish raising their children.
|Our eight grandchildren - Photo by Allison Laster - 2009|
Thank God we did not kill our baby. Through the years we and many others have benefited immeasurably from our decision—a decision on that March night in 1970, bore life or death consequences. We chose life.
I know some women who did not choose life for their babies and I know that God has stored up all their tears in a bottle (Psalm 56:8) and He does not love them any less because of their actions. For all of us, He offers total forgiveness for all our sins if we will believe in and receive Jesus. When we receive Christ, He removes our sins as far as the east is from the west. Our sins are gone—they exist no longer in God’s eyes.
I've committed many sins in my life and I’m beyond grateful for God’s amazing grace, unfailing love, and forever forgiveness. Thank you, Jesus!
Pleases pray with me. Holy God, You know everything about me, including every sin I’ve ever committed. Thank you for loving me in spite of it all, and for sending Your Son, Jesus, to take the punishment I deserved. Please help me, Oh God, to forgive myself. In Jesus name I pray—Amen.
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