With a nod to Forrest Gump, life is like a football game. Though there are certain pre-game revelries, introductions, and a coin toss, the game really gets under way with the opening kick-off. For Pro-lifers, conception is the opening kick-off. Any Choice is over once the ball is set on the tee and connects with the kicker’s cleat. From that second it is “Game on!” Of course, there may be penalties and fumbles on the opening kick, but there is no way the other team can just decide to take the ball and go home. And if you didn’t want to have a kick-off you never should have flipped that coin in the first place.
Pro-choicers may buy into the football scenario, but none of them are going to concede that life begins with the kick-off. To underscore this point, the word “baby” must be avoided at all costs. The less personal medical term “fetus” must be used, because no one ever wrote a lullaby for a fetus. Hallmark may make cards for all occasions, but they never created one that proclaims “Congratulations on your new fetus!” For the pro-choicer, the kick-off is only the beginning of Choice. The deadline (no horrible pun intended) for Choice comes at different points in the play, depending upon the personal views and stone-cold-heartedness of the pro-choicer.
The most squeamish state that abortion should be a Choice only during the first trimester, or somewhere around the 20-yard line. Before this mark, they argue the baby, er, fetus, is more or less a mass of tissue sort of like a used Kleenex. But because they still have a conscience, the 20-yard line marks the end of their Choice comfort zone. After that, the sonograms and ultrasounds show that that mass of fetus begins to look an awful lot like a real baby.
The more staunch Choice advocates insist Choice is an option until the football fetus makes it through the second trimester, which would put it at least midfield at the fifty-yard line. At this point, the fetus has achieved something called “viability” and could exist outside the womb. Since the fetus inside the womb has now reached the equivalency of a baby outside the womb, the second trimester Choicers will now concede it is finally “Game on!”
Progressives, NARAL, Planned Parenthood, and others without a conscience or soul, openly advocate for Choice all the way to the goal line of live birth. Even at the smallest fraction of an inch line, these ardent pro-abortion activists insist the game has still not started.
But one thing that always did seem to be agreed upon was that once the goal line of live birth was reached, Choice was no longer an option. At that point, fetus became baby, abortionist became doctor, and Choice became murder. At least that’s what we wanted to believe.
America has now elected a President who voted against the Illinois Born Alive Act and stated that the point where Choice ends and a baby begins is above his pay grade. Planned Parenthood‘s Alisa Laport Snow, recently gave a Nazi-esque defense of post-birth Choice before a shocked Florida state legislature. And the evil monster that is Kermit Gosnell has finally been halted from administering Choice to live babies via scissors to the spinal cord. But we can’t help but wonder how many more monsters are still out there.
There is a nightmarish incident recorded in the Bible in II Kings Chapter 6 verses 24-30. Jerusalem was under siege and the city was in the grips of a great famine. As the king of Israel walked through the city one day, a woman cried out to him for help. When he asked what was the matter, she presented her dilemma:
28 … She answered, “This woman said to me, ‘Give up your son so we may eat him today, and tomorrow we’ll eat my son.’ 29 So we cooked my son and ate him. The next day I said to her, ‘Give up your son so we may eat him,’ but she had hidden him.”
30 When the king heard the woman’s words, he tore his robes. As he went along the wall, the people looked, and they saw that, under his robes, he had sackcloth on his body.
The king was so shocked and horrified by the woman’s testimony that he could offer no verbal response. What he had just heard did not seem to be humanly possible. How could a mother make such a sickening Choice? How can one expect to unravel such a grotesque Gordian knot?
As pro-life advocates we could argue for a definitive legal point for the beginning of human life. We can define it as conception, viability, or live birth – but there will always be monsters devoid of natural human affection who refuse to acknowledge the existence of such a point. As long as the murder of the unborn is championed as a right and a worthy Choice, the goal line of life will continue to be viewed as a variable. Once the societal standard has been removed, there is no stopping point.