“You formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made …” (Psalm 139:13, 14).
Roe versus Wade, 1973: It’s been over forty years since this law was passed. You have read and heard a plethora of observations on the issue of abortion. One of the most common is this: “It’s a woman’s body.”
I am fairly well acquainted with anatomy. I am aware that when it comes to a uterus, men are anatomically challenged. So yes, the baby is lodged in a woman’s body.
But here’s an observation, as obvious as a nine-month distended belly: There is always a father involved in this transaction, too.
I am the father of a daughter. She is smart, intuitive, compassionate, funny, and most of all, a Christian. Had her mother considered (she most decidedly never did) aborting our child, I would have liked to have been consulted! This was my child, too. When did fathers have this deep privilege of parenting taken away from them? When were we consulted? Where did we ever get the idea that losing a child was not devastating for a father?
My daughter is currently carrying my grandson. I don’t have the words to describe how I feel about all of this. But I know that boy’s father feels strongly about his son’s survival.
Christianity elevates the value of life: “For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his own soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?” (Matthew 16:26).
Selfish is the society that thinks only of their own well-being and not that of others, particularly the most helpless others in society. It’s time fathers stood and with steady gaze spoke out in favor of life.