|Church, in Columbus, Ohio|
X was twenty-two years old when she asked to meet with us. She said, "I have something I need to share with you." We waited for X to call. She didn't.
X was in our church family. When we saw her again she said, "I am going to call you. I need to share something with you."
We waited. She didn't. And she said the same thing the next time Linda and I saw her.
We waited again. She called. Linda, X, and I met together.
"I have something I need to tell you," said X, with her head hanging down. We waited. For thirty minutes. Finally X said, through breathless tears, "Two years ago I had an abortion."
And X wept and wept.
Why did X weep? Why so sad, X? Because in X's mind, she killed her child.
At this point I am glad some of you were not there with X, because some of you believe X did not kill her child. Some of you believe that what X thought was her child was a non-person, a lump of fleshy matter, and nothing more. You would have told X that the "whatever" in her uterus was not really her child. You would have counseled X that she really didn't kill her child, and because it wasn't her baby, and yes it is wrong to kill babies and children and persons, it wasn't any of those things. I am thankful you were not there to comfort X with these philosophical ideas. They would not have helped her as she grieved at thought of her child now being two years old.
X knew that killing her child was wrong. X was brought low over choosing herself over her baby. This is why X wanted to talk with Linda and I. X wanted to know how she could go on with her life.
Abortion is not illegal in America. But, as X knew existentially, it ought to be. At least Donald Trump is right about this. The core issue, which is lost in all the current political obscurity, is the nature of the whatever in the womb. Is it a person? X knew it was.