Some atheist responses to my pro-life post from yesterday:

“It doesn’t occur to you that our planet can only support a finite number of people and we are rapidly approaching that limit, does it? …Forgive me if I don’t want to risk the planet and the human species just because you have a problem with abortion and birth control.”

“Stop beating around the bush. Just say it. You think we’re Nazis. You’ve gone completely bonkers and think that allowing a woman the choice to abort her child is even remotely equivalent to a broad plan to wipe out a race of people.”

“I am not for abortion as a form of birth control, but I am not going to say we need to outlaw it because there are valid reasons for abortion.”

It was at a Singles Retreat, three months after I committed my life to Jesus, that a petition was passed around from table to table in the dining room. A new abortion clinic was ready for business in my city and I was asked to sign the petition in opposition to it’s opening.

I refused. “I can’t sign it,” I protested, “I am for abortion.”

I still remember the reaction I received from the believers sitting around me: none. No one took me aside to straighten me out. Not one person wagged a finger. No disgusted looks were hurled in my direction.

I was shown grace that day.

As a new believer I was still conditioned to the calloused thinking of the world: “Life did not begin at conception but at some arbitrary time in the future.” “It was a woman’s right to choose.” “Since it really isn’t a baby yet, it’s not murder.”

As a result of my evolutionary mindset at the time I could not discern truth from error. I was blind, cold, heartless.

My beliefs—before Christ—contributed to at least three infant deaths during my years of indiscretion. I never had to rationalize that it was right because I never thought about it at all.

It was more convenient that way.

I was shown grace that day in 1992, in the dining room at Alpine Christian Conference Center, because other believers in that room understood that people change slowly in Christ’s economy. I once bragged to a Bible study leader how I was a dyed-in-the-wool liberal, flaunting my membership in a political party that held those very same views. He responded quite calmly with, “That will change.”

And it did. In fact, everything changed.

As I walked with Jesus I valued life more. I understood that humans were created in the image of God and were created with purpose. Over time I became pro-life and switched to a more conservative political view.

I came to my senses.

But it started with repentance and trust in a Savior who rescued from Hell an accomplice to murder like me. For a heart to change from choice to life, it must start there, at the cross.

So until the atheists at this blog understand this truth, I’ll show them grace…without mincing words.

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