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My phone buzzed with a notification from CNN. That’s nothing unusual — it does that multiple times a day, but this time, I stopped in my tracks.
Roe V Wade has been overturned in America. And I wept. I pulled my five year-old daughter into my arms, who is half American by birthright, and I wept and told her that her body is hers. That no man or legislature would ever be allowed to tell her what she could or couldn’t do with her own precious body.
She cheerily said, “Okay mommy,” and went back to watching Trolls.
I went back to crying, then rage posting on Facebook, then screaming in frustration and now I’m here. One last desperate attempt to effort even the most minuscule piece of change in society.
I’m going to say something that is not going to be popular (my parents are somewhere rolling their eyes, muttering “surprise, surprise”) —but, here goes: God doesn’t care about abortions.
By that I don’t mean that God is uncaring, but that as far as God is concerned, life and death are natural. It happens to all of us and there is nothing any of us can do that gilds our edges and makes us rise above our own eventual demise.
Think about it logically. If baby deaths were really that offensive to God, children would not…
