Yeah, I am going there today.
I was going to write it last Saturday. The day of the Women’s March. I chickened out. If you are reading this, I found some gumption. I will do my best to be kind. I pray that you will also.
My blood pressure rises just hearing the word. See I am a Christian. I am pro-life. I am also pro-choice. Maybe that makes you mad. Maybe I can’t be both. I don’t know. Maybe it’ll make sense at the end of this. Maybe it won’t. Grace will cover it regardless.
I’ve been sad all week. I saw my friends march in the Women’s March. I saw the leaders deny a spot for the pro-life movement. I saw anger on the side of those that felt that all lives matter. I’ve watched the pro-life movement plan marches around their causes. I’ve seen anger on the side of the pro-choice movement. I’ve watched dear friends get into arguments online. I’ve watched on the sideline as acquaintances talk about losing momentum in their social media followers. I’ve seen very little of anything to do with Christ and that’s why, this particular post, is written to those that follow him. If that is not you, please know this is not written for you.
This has to stop.
Did you know legal abortions have declined over the last three decades?
That the number of providers has also declined?
That rates are increasingly concentrated for low income minority woman?
Did you know that access to healthcare, preventative services and education can keep those numbers down?
Do you know what doesn’t keep those numbers down?
Guilt and Shame.
I am the mama of two boys that could easily have been one of those statistics. I have been asked more than once what we will do if their birth mama gets pregnant again. I will say this once- and I will say this loud-
They are all welcome here.
All. Of. Them.
No questions. No guilt. No shame.
I am not in a place to share her story. It is not mine to tell. I can tell you that our baby is here because she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would be loved beyond measure. That he would be treated as our very own because she already saw us do it once. Because that’s how we have treated her as well.
Can you honestly say that your signs and your marches make her feel that way? Do you honestly believe that social media will help save the lives of those “55 million” children you seem to care so much about?
Sitting by the creek with a homeless child of God, listening, caring, loving- that certainly does.
There were 402,378 children placed into foster care in the US in 2013. One statistics states that in 2012 there were 397,122 living without permanent families in the system. The average wait time for them to find those families? 3+ years.
If 7% (SEVEN) of the world’s Christians adopted an (one) orphan, there would be none left.
If we, Christians, can’t be trusted to truly love the 100,000+ kids in foster care waiting to be adopted, who can be?
If you were pregnant, without much hope hungry and poor, would you trust the Christians to take care of you and your babies? Christians, would you trust yourselves?
If the biggest factor for women is access to health care and preventative services, and you don’t seem to trust planned parenthood one bit, are you willing to step up? Will you pay for their birth control? Do you know who “them” even are?
Because if you aren’t, you have no right to hold that sign.
Are we training our young men to be courageous warriors that respect women, not just as objects but as God’s creation, as his treasured daughters?
Because women don’t just randomly get pregnant.
Are you willing to feed these children? To clothe them? To tell them every day how much God loves them and cares for them and doesn’t hate them. Are you willing to cry with them? To raise them? To meet their physical and emotional needs? Are you willing to treat them as Christ taught us to? When he talked to the woman at the well. When he tossed the tables at the temple. When he spoke time and time again about widows and orphans and the poor.
Are you willing to stop with the guilting and the shaming?
Because the last I read, guilt and shame had very little to do with Christ.
Grace upon Grace upon Grace does.
While we were still sinners, in the midst of our sin,
Remember that one?
Cause it wasn’t written for them. It was written for us.
As far as I am concerned, there is no place for those signs and those infographics and the prevention of resources or any of this hullabaloo in our roles as followers of Christ.
There is plenty of space to meet actual needs with the resources we have. There is room for honorary aunts and honorary mama’s and friendships that cross cultural barriers. There is room for walking alongside our sisters as they fight and struggle. There is room for raising our boys to be men. There is room for our men to be involved in this conversation in the first place.
If we’ve learned anything from the Bible, let it be that our trust need not be in governments or governmental policies. In decisions in the supreme court or by our state leaders.
I’m pro-choice because my hope is in one thing alone.
I’m pro-life because we are all part of God’s workmanship.
I will keep fighting and feeding and holding. I will drive to the creek when I really don’t want to. Our home will be open to the least of these. We will mess up, most days dramatically, but we will keep trusting and keep trying.
Until we are all there, Christians, there is no room for our American-White-Middle Class rhetoric.
By all means, march away. But know the world is watching.