Do you ever forget how dark and cruel and lost you really were before the light of Jesus broke through? Is your first reaction to the sin in others anger? Or is it broken-hearted grief at the stench of death around them?
When I read Judy Nicastro’s opinion piece in The New York Times, “My Abortion, at 23 Weeks,” my first reaction, to be honest, was anger and bitterness. In one of the most influential newspapers in the world, yet another person, this time a mother, was making the case that a life with disabilities is not worth existing. She concluded that it was kind for her to kill her baby boy in her womb, even though she knew it put the other twin at risk for miscarriage.
And then I remembered: she is dead in her sins, and willingly, even if unknowingly, is following a murderer and liar (see Ephesians 2:1–3). Valuing life doesn’t come naturally to a person who is spiritually dead.
Yet the little boy, even if his life was short and very hard, could have been born. This little boy could have been held and loved by his parents. Ms. Nicastro, a self-described irreligious “old-school liberal” described her son as “desperately wanted” and she said the thought of losing him was “unbearable.” So there was common grace at work. The motherly affections embedded in her by God were completely snuffed out. And the signs of rebellious independence from God’s intentional handiwork were also evident (see Psalm 139:13–16). She and her husband would do anything to save their son, that is, on the condition that “he could have a good quality of life.” Before he was even born he had to meet some stone-hard expectations.
[Read the rest of the article at Desiring God.]