"Pro-choice" rhetoric leads to some dangerous places. When the preborn is disqualified from personhood because of her lack of self-awareness, intellectual honesty requires us to also disqualify newborns.
November 29, 2010 Dear Judah, Your heart was supposed to start beating today or tomorrow, according to my maternity nursing textbook, but instead, I spent the day grieving the end of your incredibly short life. I don’t know how to express the feelings within me. When I began to suspect your existence just a few days ago, my heart swelled with new emotions. I felt this strange new mix of excitement, fear, joy, trepidation, and mostly love. Perhaps it was the love that surprised me the most. How could I love with such fierceness someone I had never met? How could I have such a depth of affection for someone whose face I had never seen—someone who didn’t yet even have a face? When I looked at the line on the pregnancy test, I was amazed. Suddenly, merely in looking at that positive result, I had taken on a new identity. I was a mother. You gave me a new title, and with that title, a new, sacred responsibility. And although it was not a title or responsibility that...
On our journey to the east coast a couple of months ago, I packed my bag with novels of mystery and cheap suspense thrill. Aubrie's selection: the current hot pick some argue is on track to hold its own among the library of American classics-- The Help , written by Kathryn Stockett . When I inquired into the plot of this supposed chef d'oeuvre , Aubrie explained: "It's about maids." Somehow that sounded less than riveting to me, though her fingers flipped the pages so madly that it was clear there was something about the book she couldn't resist. Thus, when her birthday rolled around last month, I decided to end our celebration with a viewing of the film version of this soon to be classic "about maids"---partially because I was confident she would enjoy it, partially because I was so curious to find out what could be so enthralling about such a storyline. And, I admit that I, too, became wound up in this tale of racial bigotry, rare compassion, an...
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