Anom – assuming you are not making it up, it’s in the past. I think a major tenent of Christianity is confession and forgiveness of sins if you think it’s a sin – or get over it with help from a group if you need it. Everyone has had someone who got away. You might be better off reading personal ads on Match.com instead of wasting time on should have, could have, would have.

The left does it all the time, and as much as we on the right don’t like to admit, we do it too. ”

While people do make up stories all the time, the particular story about regretting an abortion or any major life decision is not uncommon, especially with 20-20 hindsight and one’s life not having lived up to expectations. Most divorced people regret getting married.

For all we know Anon could be a teenage religious fundamentalist parroting an older person’s story or an actual older person – and I am not sure it matters.

The made-up stories that upset me are stories claiming to have been there for things that never happened or rarely happened such as:

“I worked for Politician X and he was a thief”

“I knew the Black Panthers and they were all fine law-abiding young men from nice famiiles”

ahh okay. I thought it was maybe that I was procreating.

what scares you?

I have a baby due in a few months now. I could say the first few weeks I had no attachment to her. To early to tell if it was viable or would miscarry in those early stages, plus due to a uterine anomalie I couldn’t honestly tell if this was something that was going to last.

I mainly don’t understand the ‘blob of tissue’ crap coming out of pro-choice advocates. I’m pro-choice, although on the restrictive side, but I think it should be clear that a human being is being removed, not a blob of tissue. When I saw the heart beating at 5 weeks, and my baby’s little arms and legs wiggling around at 10 weeks it was clear to me that if anyone is having an abortion that should know exactly what is being aborted (what exact type of decision they are making).

I continued to live in fear for the next 7 weeks (through the rest of the first trimester) while continuing to bleed–even though I had seen her heart beating with my own eyes at just 7 weeks pregnant (5 weeks after conception). Now she is growing, and in a few months (hopefully) she will be born, fat and healthy.

I knew this little one was a baby from the second the faintest bit of a line appeared on the stick. It pains me (and I am admittedly a bit emotional these days) to read about these tragedies. The only comfort is knowing that the babies, one and all, were accepted into His Kingdom.

Everyone is different.

My cousin and his wife took the baby home with oxygen and monitors, the hospital said they could no longer keep the child in the hospital since she was not in acute danger but more of a Hospice case. In those three weeks, the baby got to see and know her brother, her mom, her dad, her grandparents, her uncles and aunt, cousins, and even great-grandparents. There’s something freeing when you know that your time with someone is limited, and family members came to celebrate her life. She died peacefully, though she lived laboriously, holding her mother’s hand. It was absolutely devastating for our family.

My mother-in-law, who is very pro-abortion, especially in cases of disability and cases like my cousin’s, was apalled that they “allowed the child to live,” and especially appalled when my aunt went through their photo album with my then-4-year old and explained that the angels came to take the baby away because she was in so much pain. It’s a very different way of looking at the same situation, but I’m more comfortable with what my cousin and his wife did, though undoubtedly my mother-in-law’s way, and yours, would have been much easier.

Do you really think someone would need to make up a story about regretting an abortion? Or do you buy into NOW’s agenda that getting an abortion is as easy as clipping your fingernails?

What is my motivation to make this up? There are only a handful of people in the world who know about this because I am so ashamed about it. Why would I risk exposure? That is, why would I risk breaking my mother’s heart? She has no grandchildren but would love to have some. The last thing she needs to know is that I killed her grandchild. LaShawn has an email address for me. Not one I use regularly, but still. He could trace me.

PS Thanks for the support and the information about Project Rachel, etc, the rest of you.

Let me clarify a few things without (hopefully) offending your sensibilities or trampling on your sensitivities.

1. I did not assume that you were godless or a non-Christian. The verse I quoted is directed at believers, not unbelievers, as a warning. I, too, am a believer, but I do not fail to fear God’s judgment on the deeds I’ve done or committed as a Christian.

2. You are correct: I did affirm your statement that you will be judged by God and not men and women.

3. Even though the above is correct, that does not mean that it is always wise to ignore what others are saying. Maybe what they are saying is correct; if not, perhaps they are at least trying to say something in love.

Your snarky “in his infinite wisdom” indicates that you chose to read my words as an angry attack. Actually, I was concerned because people often choose to turn a deaf ear and employ statements such as, “Well, you’re not my judge; God is my judge” in order to continue thinking or doing whatever it is that is being discussed.

I did not intend to offend, although obviously you were offended. I apologize for any offense I may have given, although I’ll not take responsibility for whatever offense you might have taken. I know I am too harsh, abrasive, caustic, and arrogant at times – I keep God busy as He works to conform me to the image of Christ. I started late, was more ugly and sinful than most, and have come a long way – but I still feel I’m far behind most others.

But, despite my sinfulness, my wounds are meant to be the faithful wounds of a friend; would you prefer the deceitful kisses of an enemy? I may have had godly motives but done the wrong thing – that does not excuse whatever offense I may have given. And I have learned not to expect grace and/or mercy from those I try to correct. In this I am rarely disappointed.

But perhaps there’s not a lot of grace or mercy in me, either. Maybe I’m just another sinner trying to help.