By: Thomas F. Booher "I can't wash my hands of these sins? I won't wear a fur coat but I'll abort a baby because it's my choice you say... what sins have I committed?" This was what she said to me. Never mind that it was my child she carried. Never mind that she was all for having the baby at first, until the pain came, and the shame. Her strict religious family condemned her for getting pregnant, and me for getting her pregnant. Everything was against her, so everything was against my child. "You killed our baby. I know you don't see it like that, but don't you feel even a bit of guilt? You are so sure that what you did was moral, was normal, was right, that you don't even consider the fact that your choice ended the life of a human being?" She tilted her head back and sighed. "I didn't want to get pregnant. It was just sex. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's ruined my life. So I left town to ...
Thoughts on the Reformed faith, preparation for ministry, and doing all to the glory of God.