Trying to tackle this issue is much like Mason chasing Pigeons through Central park this last week..
Have you ever asked God to break your heart for what breaks his? Try it, ask him in prayer and when it happens you will know. Like a light switch, you will know. It may just change your life forever.
I never had an abortion, but my mind wanders there from time to time. I can’t begin to truly relate to the experience but it doesn’t stop my mind from working through it. I think about the pain a woman must go through after making such a decision and the regret that must follow at some point in life. I think about abortion when someone mentions prenatal testing or when people wait till they are far into their pregnancy to announce they are pregnant. Not assuming they will abort, but wondering if it ran across their minds. I think about abortion when I hear someone has been raped, molested or underage. Chromosomes, syndromes, heart, brain, lungs, clef, tiny, large, malformation, size, extra, missing, all words that have the potential to scare the living daylights out of you when you are pregnant. Tiny words can lead to big choices. Society has thrown around the word Abortion so much that circumstances have come to directly correlate with termination. My mind just goes there like a well trained and manipulated machine. Well done world.
Lately my mind has been going there for a few particular reasons.
I was recently approached by the Associated Press to do an interview regarding my amnio choice and experience with Grady for an article they are writing about the new 8 week, Non-Invasive, Pre-natal blood test to detect Down Syndrome. This medical advancement is groundbreaking as it can replace the risky procedure of an Amnio (like the one I endured) for a simpler method of drawing a small amount of blood from the mother instead. This is POWERFUL. Why? Currently the abortion rate for babies with Down Syndrome is at a staggering 90% . With a woman equipped with a prenatal diagnosis at the early stage of 8 weeks in pregnancy, brace yourself tiny feet and hands that rate will sky rocket.
They say knowledge is power, and I agree. Medical advances are a glorious thing when put in the right hands. It is the measure of any person or society on how they use that power…
So as we sat in Central Park this past Monday for the AP Photo Shoot (super exciting for us btw), or tomorrow when we give a TV interview for the AP (super nervous about that), I pray this article somehow pushes against the tides. I pray if anything Grady’s smile and gentle soul is groundbreaking enough in even just one readers heart. I know my quotes will be featured in the beginning and the end of the article and I pray that just that small portion will somehow speak.
I sometimes wonder when someone is uncomfortable around Grady if it because they once decided to abort a baby with Down Syndrome, and Grady’s face is but a haunting reminder of their child that never was. When he smiles they quickly look away as if they are scared of his contentment, his flawless face and almond eyes that melt the soul. Our joy is their demise, regret or shame. I pray, beg and plead for less women turning their heads for this reason.
I get it, this whole genetically altered, chromosomal enhanced, “less than worldly perfect” child stirs hearts, scares souls, and fuels debate. This new blood test will spark blog posts, articles, and argument. A society that moves towards the role of playing God should not surprise us, but bring us to our knees pleading with God.
“Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools…They exchanged the truth of God for a lie and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator.”
Romans 1:22, 25
Let us not forget who Created Down Syndrome. Let us not believe the lies. Let us not be fools.
Back to those pigeons, you see their reluctance to be caught didn’t stop his childlike faith from chasing them. It inspired me to write this post, because although this is but a tiny blog I won’t stop pursuing life for unborn babies like my Grady Wayne and Big Brother’s Like Mason Wyatt.
What breaks your heart?