The Abortion Sellers

It was 1976. I'd never heard of pro-life groups and my church was silent on abortion. When I went to Planned Parenthood, I asked for counseling information and was considering keeping my baby.

They said she was a counselor, and I knew I needed one. I was a scared teenager, afraid to tell my parents. I was so alone and wanted desperately to talk to someone who cared, someone with answers who could help me.

She immediately told me of my right to do as I chose with MY body. She said the "fetus" was only a blob of tissue, not yet alive at this point. I would be very selfish, now that women have a choice, to bear a child with no father, no money, a burden on society.

She said that if I chose an abortion at this time, the baby would have a chance to be born into another family where he would be better off! Then she asked my reasons for having the baby instead, and I told her I would want it, and love it. She humiliated me by saying I was only selfish, not considering the baby's well-being.

Still believing I was there only for "counseling" I reluctantly asked when I could have an abortion appointment. I was immediately herded, along with many others, into a line where we were taken, one at a time, to a room where the abortion was performed.

Then, they said, the "mistake" was erased and I could go on with my life. "After all," we were told in the recovery room, "everyone makes mistakes. That's why there are erasers on pencils."

When I was frightened by profuse bleeding that night I called the woman who had "cared so much" earlier in the day. She snapped at me, "Your abortion was just today. What do you expect?"

How could I have known what to expect? I had no counseling that morning, only a sales pitch. I thought I might bleed to death in my sleep that night. Nor did I know then that my baby had a heartbeat, brainwaves, and felt pain when the suction machine tore him limb from limb.

No one told me that Hebrews 9:21 states every person dies only once, and then the judgment. My baby would never be born into a family who is "better off".

The counselor did not tell me, that eventually, I would have to face the fact that I had a child killed, nor did they tell me of the grieving, guilt, suicidal thoughts and torment I would ultimately endure.

Did they know that after seventeen years I would still ache and cry at night, mourning not only the loss of my child, but knowing that I made the Choice! Do they care?

I was exploited for profit, stolen from by the ultimate "thief" who comes only to steal, kill and destroy.

The Abortion Sellers have given voice to the cause of the "thief and destroyer" of John 10:10. Who of us is willing to give voice for the One who gives LIFE?