I opened the paper chart, noticed the positive pregnancy test, gritted my teeth, and breathed a silent prayer before entering Room Two. Opening the door, I immediately noticed the suffocating atmosphere in the room where my patient, a lovely blond with striking blue eyes perched on the table. A high school cheerleader, church youth leader, and academic leader in her school, she had already been accepted at several colleges with multiple scholarships.
As she sat nervously on the exam table, she looked more like the five-year old girl who used to sit there in patent leather shoes, bobby socks, and ponytail waiting for her dreaded immunization. Her mother sat rigidly in a chair between the door and the lavatory not saying a word and staring at the floor. With difficulty I reported, “Your pregnancy test is positive.” Afterwards she and I wept together as her mother sat beside her stone-faced without offering any solace. Slowly, I began to encourage her by saying, “You know this changes dramatically the direction of your life, but it doesn’t ruin your life because God is a sovereign God who will give you grace. You will be a good mother. You will raise this child to be a God-fearing child of the King.”
When I finished, her mother exploded. She had had all she could take, and she declared emphatically, “She is NOT going to have this child. Tomorrow we ARE going to the abortion clinic, where she WILL abort this child.” The daughter began to weep vigorously.
I pleaded, “Mama, you can’t do that! It would violate all of your deepest personal convictions.” Her mother then stormed out of the exam room without another word. I looked at this precious, young girl, and I said, “You need to go home with your mama, but appeal to your daddy because he is a good man.” I knew the family well. Her father was a deacon and her mother taught Sunday School.
What happened in that room that day? How could this Bible teacher suddenly jettison her convictions and sacrifice her own grandchild on the altar of her daughter’s academic pursuits? What happened in that room is what happens to many of us when we are caught in difficult social dilemmas. We allow our circumstances to dictate our theology rather than allowing our theology to dictate our response to difficult circumstances. We become victims of situational ethics. This mother was cut adrift in a sea of moral relativism. She lost her biblical mooring. The circumstances of her life so overwhelmed her that she was willing to agree to legally sanctioned child murder to avoid public humiliation and to allow her daughter to pursue her academic goals.
When this happened in the late 80s, abortions peaked in South Carolina at 14,133 in 1988 in six abortion clinics (per DHEC statistics). In 2015, as a consequence of prolife legislation, the emergence of twenty plus CPCs, and years of heartfelt praying on behalf of the unborn and their mothers, the number of abortions occurring within South Carolina was 5,778 in only three abortion clinics. In 2011, the Alan Guttmacher Institute reported 1.06 million legally induced abortions in the U.S. (down from a peak of 1.5 million). Planned Parenthood is the single largest provider of abortion services in America, providing 323,999 abortions in 2014 with forty-three percent of its budget coming “from payments from Medicaid managed care plans” per their own annual report. That’s taxpayers’ money. That’s you and me. However, their image has been seriously tarnished lately, and we keep praying government funding for that organization will be eliminated. Although abortions have declined, the use of chemicals/drugs, often called “human pesticides”, to induce abortions has increased to 22.6% of all abortions since the FDA approved RU-486 in 2000. Even though the number of abortion clinics has declined, the number of “providers” of these drugs has increased counting doctors and other “health clinics.” As late as June 28, 2016, the Supreme Court set a dangerous precedence by refusing to hear an appeal from prolife pharmacists in Washington state who challenged a state law forcing them to dispense these drugs against their conscience rather than referring clients to other pharmacies.
- Keep praying – that God will end abortion in America – (God’s ear is not so dull that He cannot hear.)
- Keep lobbying. “Our politicians don’t see the light until they feel the heat.”
- Keep supporting your local CPC. They are on the front lines everyday.
- Promote adoption/foster care. God adopted us into His family. Why shouldn’t we do the same?
- Give to a prolife organization. Put your money where your mouth is!
I am happy to report that this young woman’s story did not end that day. Years later she returned to the exact same room with her seventeen-year old son for a sports physical. It happened to be his birthday. He was about 6 foot two, big and tall and strapping even at his age. He was all knees and elbows with a big lantern jaw. I could tell he would be one of those men who would have to shave twice a day. It was obvious his mama did not go to medical school nor did her academic dreams come true. However, I could tell she was extremely proud of her son. After I examined him, she came back into the exam room, looked at me with tears in her eyes, and asked, “Dr. Jackson, do you remember?” whereupon we both began to weep. I immediately recalled the titanic spiritual battle that took place in that room for the life of her now seventeen-year old son. She said, “Dr. Jackson, thank you. Thank you for helping me stand up to my mama. Thank you for helping me do what was right. All of my dreams did not come true, but my dream of being a mama one day, that did come true. I am so proud of my boy, and I’ll tell you one other thing, his grandmother loves him to death!”
written by Robert Jackson