Contributed by Sarah Glapa - Used with permission.
Interesting, isn't it, how a girl/woman, can choose to go and get an abortion, while her partner, who might desperately want his baby, has no legal say in the matter!
This reminds me of an especially tough day outside the abortion clinic...
It broke my heart one day, while I was sidewalk counseling. A 34 yo man rolled up to the clinic frantically hoping to find his fiancé, with whom he'd celebrated news of their baby with family and friends only two weeks beforehand.
She'd notified him via text message, of all things, that the engagement was off, and that she was going to abort their 12 week old baby! This guy was gutted at the news, on both counts, it came from totally out of the blue, and she'd refused all contact with him since.
He'd rung the clinic to try and find out when she was scheduled to go in, but they refused to give him any details. He'd tried to go into the clinic, but was refused entry. He was traumatized at not being able to even talk with her about any of this.
He explained to me that he'd just wanted to reassure her that he was there for her, that finances weren't a problem etc. etc. He wanted her to know that if she ultimately didn't want to keep the baby, that, with the assurance of his mother who'd offered to help, he was more than willing to raise the child. He explained that he had a mortgage free home, owned his own business was well educated, hardly a young kid any more, and from the way he was dressed and the way he spoke, from all appearances, seemed a really nice guy.
Pacing around like a lion in a cage, this poor fellow stopped to talk with me and, as I type this, it still brings tears to my eyes some two plus years after the fact, to recall his face as pleaded with me to know if there was anything, absolutely ANYTHING he could do to stop her from killing their child.
Tears began to roll down my face as I felt the full burden of being the one to explain that, as the law stood....'no'. I felt the full weight of being the one to extinguish that last fragment of hope that he was clinging on to.
It was one of the saddest days I've ever experienced sidewalk counseling and I'm certain I'll remember that poor guy's face forever.
We talked at the gate for quite some time, and I gave him some material about Post Abortion Grief and the counseling that was available and, although he wasn't a Christian, he was grateful for the prayers I promised.
After he left, I looked down at my, now sweaty, 12 week baby model I always carry when counseling, and knelt down to pray for this man's little one, soon to die. I assured the baby that he would not die alone, that I would be there, outside, praying for him, and that Jesus would be waiting with open arms to welcome him into Paradise. :'o(((
The length, depth and breadth of the absolute, outright CRUELTY that is abortion,.... on the baby, the parents, families, society, countries...the WHOLE flamin' WORLD is incalculable....
I just HATE it......
