And I am so glad the Supreme Court upheld it's ban.

I am tired and emotional, and not quite sure what to say, but feel that I must say something. Elena was on the floor, playing, generally being adorable, Nancy was in the chair behind me, catching up with Facebook, and I was reading John Piper's response to the Supreme Court ruling which is excellent. I must warn you, however, not to read the description of a partial birth abortion from a nurse's perspective unless you have a very strong stomach. I read it, and thought of delivering my daughter, which I got to help with (mostly I stood by and watched Nancy and the midwife work, but I was still blessed)... I read this, thought of that time, and wept... a lot. I picked Elena up and gave her a hug and prayed and swore to protect her at all costs. I felt, for some reason, that she is in danger. I know she is. We are in a war. A spiritual war over our souls. We have an enemy that is trying to kill us. But I digress.

I've always thought, intellectually that abortion was wrong, and honestly, can still be sympathetic for the subtle gray areas of early term abortion in cases of rape. However, philosophically and logically, it is impossible to pinpoint a beginning point to human life at any other time than conception, and I believe that ending a human life, except in war, is murder. (I also happen to believe that war is a horrible reality of our human existence.)

I'm not sure I can say much more right now, and I'm not sure I've made sense, so bring on the flaming, but to you "pro-choice" folks out there, I echo John Piper's words, and recommend you read the .pdf he links to.

This use of catch phrases is surely tired. "Right to choose." "Equal rights for women." The grandchildren of the sixties are waking up to the vagueness and danger of those phrases. Right to choose what? Anything? All laws that protect children limit the rights of moms (and dads) to choose. You can't choose to starve them. You can't choose to lock them in closets for three weeks. You can't choose to abandon them. You can't choose to strangle them five minutes after they are born.

And "equal rights for women"--equal with whom? Equal with the irresponsible dad. Dad has sex and bears no responsibility for the baby. Mom should be equally able to have sex and bear no responsibility for the baby. Young people are looking at this and saying: Something is wrong with this picture. Maybe our lives are as broken as they are because our parents have twisted their hearts and minds so deeply to justify equality in irresponsibility.

I wrote this three years ago, and it means more to me now than it did then.

this is my anthem

this is my prayer

for thirty-nine million friends

who will never feel the air

and this is my song

this is my battle cry

that one for every three of us

had to die

Is it true what they say?

Was there no other way?

This is my dirge

this is my moan

for the millions and millions

who never saw home

And This is my call

This is my dare

four thousand among us

won't see today

It's not all about you

or what you have to do

there's another one to think of

who matters too

just give them a chance