“THIS IS WHERE THEY PERFORM THE ABORTIONS,” I said to my beautiful and precious daughters in 2011 as we drove past the innocuous looking building called Family Planning Associates located just a few miles from our home at the time. Making a quick U-turn I parked just up the street from the entrance. A solitary man looked like he was praying as he strode slowly up and down the sidewalk in front of the medical offices.
Two women exited. One was weeping as they both hurriedly walked to the parking lot. The praying man told us it’s busiest on Wednesdays and Fridays because that’s when they carry out their “surgical procedures.”
“Daddy,” my then 12-year-old DD exclaimed, “why is it called a Family Planning Clinic? Why did they name it that?”
“Because,” I gently explained, “it sounds better than advertising that it’s a place to murder your child.”
Flash backward about twenty years from that day to a Christian Singles Retreat I attended shortly after committing my life to Jesus. In the dining room a petition was passed around from table to table opposing a new abortion clinic that was just getting ready to open for business. “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. Grace was shown to me 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 is 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, and heartless.
My beliefs—before Christ—contributed to at least three infant deaths during my years of indiscretion. I never had to rationalize whether my actions then were right or wrong because I never thought about it at all. It was more convenient that way.
Yes, I was shown grace that day in 1991, in the dining room at Alpine Christian Conference Center, because other believers in that room understood that new believers change slowly in God’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 the very same pro-choice views I had at the time. “That will change,” he said, lovingly and calmly.
And my perspective did change; in fact, everything did. As I walked with Jesus I valued life more. I understood that humans were created in the image of God and created with purpose. Over time I became pro-life and switched to a more conservative political view.
I once was lost
but now am found
but now I see.
But it all 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 first at the Cross.
*Today marks the 47th anniversary of the Roe v Wade decision that has killed nearly 61 million human babies. What are you doing about it?