The woman stood in front of the church to tell her story. She had never spoken to such a large group before. I was in the auditorium “by chance” that day. I had come to hear my grandchildren sing. But an extended conversation in the hallway meant I missed my intended purpose that day.
An hour later, I was on my way home knowing I had been there for a reason very different from the one I had planned.
Her story drew me in. She had been pregnant for the second time. She spent weeks in bed nurturing a baby her doctors told her would never survive. And even if the child did survive, it would never walk, never be normal.
(“It”? Such an awful word when referring to a human being.)
She should have an abortion now, they said. She fought the doctors. She finally found one who wanted to help her–to help her baby survive. Continue Reading…