On the Weight of Abortion
My heart trembles at the thought of what a woman must endure upon hearing news of an unforeseen pregnancy. The flood of uncertainty, the weight of fear, the ache of isolation—who could not feel compassion for someone caught in such a moment?
Whether the result of poverty, abuse, accident, carelessness, or even coercion, the circumstance does not erase the humanity of the one suffering.
Never point a finger. Pray instead.
Pray for healing.
Pray for the soul afflicted not just by external burdens, but by the deeper disease that afflicts us all—sin, weakness, despair.
We are all under assault from the Evil One.
But for the love of God, let us not downplay, dismiss, or politicize a wound this deep.
Let us never treat it lightly, nor twist it into a slogan.
There is no moral justification for the taking of an innocent life. None.
And yet—for some, in the blindness of fear and under the weight of sin—it feels like a necessity. It feels like survival.
That is not freedom. That is slavery to the darkness. It deserves compassion.
What is needed is not shame, but truth in love:
To take responsibility for our reality, both as victims and offenders.
To cry out for mercy.
To weep over the miracle that was deprived the chance to blossom.
And to feel, not crushing guilt, but holy sorrow—a sorrow that leads to life-giving repentance.
O soul, repent!
Not because God is angry, but because He is near, and wants our souls cleansed to receive His Love. Do not be closed off by darkness.
Because the very One who formed that child also longs to heal the mother, forgive the sin, and restore the soul.
To all:
Do not shame. Do not shout. Do not condemn.
Lift up the fallen. Bind the wounds. Speak the truth. Love with action.
Support the grieving. Shelter the afraid.
And show, by your own repentance, that no sin is too great for the mercy of God.
For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who have been forgiven much—and who love much in return.