Building Bridges Instead Of Burning Them

I recently came across another blogger’s post concerning abortion (a topic I don’t usually address on my own) and it occurred to me that there is a real need to shift the focus of the conversation. I will state that I would have to consider myself pro-life, but, I haven’t been the kind of person to picket at an abortion clinic or to criticize a woman in the midst of her dilemma. In my opinion there is a real need for the Christian community to invest its efforts in publicizing adoption as an alternative. Christ instructed us to love others as we love ourselves. He instructed us to be proactive. We need to let those considering abortion know that there is a profoundly positive alternative. As someone who was adopted soon after birth, I can wholeheartedly state that adoption is a very legitimate, responsible, and life-respecting option for someone who is pregnant, but, feels that raising a child isn’t a possible option for them.

My wife is due to give birth to our second child any minute now (literally) and our plan is to adopt our next child. We don’t know who our next child will be or what kind of adoption it will be (international or domestic, open or closed), but, we are hopeful. I know others who are also looking to adopt as well.

Bethany Christian Services Adoption Agency

Shaohannah’s Hope

An extension on the topic of abortion from author Brennan Manning:

How I treat my brothers and sisters from day to day, whether they be Caucasian, African, Asian, or Hispanic; how I react to the sin-scarred wino on the street; how I respond to interruptions from people I dislike; how I deal with ordinary people in their ordinary unbelief on an ordinary day will speak the truth of who I am more poignantly that the pro-life sticker on the bumper of my car. We are not for life simply because we are warding off death. We are sons and daughters of the Most HIgh and are maturing in tenderness to the extent that we are for others – all others – to the extent that no human flesh is strange to us, to the extent that we can touch the hand of another in love, to the extent that for us there are no “others.” -DEVOTIONS FOR RAGAMUFFINS, Pp.288