There are very few things in the world that I actually hate.
Hate, as in hate with all my heart and soul. Hate, as in I feel contempt and revulsion at the sight/sound/notion of something. Hate, as in I get physically ill even thinking about it.
One of those things is the pro-life movement.
Imagine it is legal to kill children up to one year old and that men were routinely walking into a building with six-month old babies to have them put to death. Would you do all you could to stop them, or would you just say ‘oh well, it’s legal’ and stand by in silence? For us, there is no distinction between the pre-born and the post born child and we feel gut-wrenching anguish at their impending death.
Like you and I, they would prefer to live and experience the beauty of life. Deep in your heart you know this is true.
Right. Yet I don’t see you crying over the thousands of dying children in Darfur.
Do you really think that someone who values human life so much that they take the time to respond to you personally in an attempt to touch your heart wouldn’t shed a tear for those lost to genocide? Whether mass killing is motivated by ideology, ethnicity, race, religion, or convenience, my heart is broken. I know our species is better than this.