May I, from experience:
This topic always becomes laced with every notion under the sun, primarily, because there will never be a world agreement, global practice or universal law, expansive cultural or social norm, or all-embracing spiritual standard or belief that will encompass or control each individual's viewpoint upon the act of abortion.
With that said and understood, I offer my own viewpoint without challenging another's, simply because I have no right or ability to control what another woman keeps or disposes of any more than what she eats or doesn't eat. Food for thought, from experience, is all I share:
I asked myself this question:
If I cannot will a person to live,then how can I rightfully will a person to die?
Was I speaking of my babies? No.
I was speaking of my babies' father, when I was carrying our twins.
He chose another life over and above being my husband or a father. He walked out/ abandoned me, and began destroying himself with drugs and alcohol. There was nothing I could do, but carry my twins, alone. I had no control over anyone, but myself.
Talk about mixed emotions! I wanted him to die. I wanted him to live, a healthy normal life. I wanted him to love me, like he said he did, as I thought he did, or else I wouldn't have married him. I wanted him to love his babies. I wanted him to hurt, as I hurt, and I wanted him to be afraid and desperate and lonely, and a plethora of other negative things that I suffered while broken-hearted and devastated. I know he suffered, from different things for different reasons.
I also suffered the anguishing loss of one of my babies. I couldn't will her to live either. Miraculously, my second daughter survived, even though the doctors had every scientific reason why she shouldn't be alive. She was born at 23 weeks gestation and extremely tiny, though she possessed a spitfire will to make it, and she is still a spitfire today.
As extremely grateful and blessed as I am with her presence in my life, I must be honest. I cannot sit here and paint myself as some kind of Saint. I was never more screwed up in my life than when I carried those babies.
Did I consider abortion? Of course I considered it. More than once. Being loving, hard working, morally and spiritually upright wasn't feeding the son I already had. I had no clue how I might feed/clothe/shelter 3 babies by myself. Due to my husband's quest in "finding himself," complete responsibility found me. The banks, finance companies, and the landlord were at my door every day, wanting money and repossessing nearly everything I had. My health had failed me, mentally, emotionally, and physically, and I had a son, sitting there, looking at me every day, with the bluest eyes that kept me fighting to be there for him. I was more torn than a country at war. I collapsed plenty of times and I have no idea how I got back up. Each day was a virtual blur of hopelessness, need, routine, what's next? why me? what if? how? I can do this, I can't do this, where is God? Who is God? What have I done? I deserve this. I don't deserve this. They don't deserve this. I'm a failure. I'm not going to give up. I give up. I didn't give up.
but Pieces of me died.
Yes, there is more than one way a person can die.
There is more wrong with the world than abortion
though I do feel abortion is wrong
it's no more wrong than expecting
an expectant mother to carry the weight of a child/children
Is it murder? With my personal feelings aside, the word "pregnant" needs to be redefined, before murder can be properly associated, because a woman can't be a little bit pregnant, though, according to scientific study, she can carry something that can be a little bit human.
We can address every faith and belief or scientific finding, known or new, but personal struggles form an ambiguity that becomes more trusted than whatever another tries to sell as the absolute truth.
Example: I don't believe in abortion, but can I prevent resulting pregnancies from rape or molestation, and provide for all needy children. No. So I am being ambiguous and egocentric if I cannot provide a solution for the innocent, and yet expect the innocent to adhere to MY standards. This is human, and very faulty (and if anyone wants to refute this, please do so)—It is also Godly. In the way that humans have painted our God to be.
That God, is not my absolute truth.
I believe I had help, yes, from a higher power, because something or someone had to be bigger than me to help me get up everyday, very pregnant as I was, guiding me and introducing me to the right people, protecting my every step, but I still suffered loss. Do I feel punished or forsaken? No. I feel lucky. But I'll Never feel lucky enough or special enough to make decisions for another on pregnancy, Sirs.
because pregnancy is required, thus far, in order to bring forth life. Abortion isn't even the beginning of our troubles. It's terribly controversial, and it seems to overshadow more destructive acts such as rape/molestation/and abandoned children. We can even count out illegal acts, and just look at the population of grandparents, who are now raising a second generation, even third generation children. Where are their parents? How is this happening? It's not just teen pregnancy. These are adults, who have left their children to pursue more important things. I think we need to look at the ugly truth of what Parenthood has become and what it means to some children, because abortion is a by-product of that truth, and it's a preoccupation for some that think they can give birth to the world.
I'm sorry I'm only able to provide a perspective that seems double-sided. No matter how much I love my children, I can't make someone else love them or make them love their own, and perhaps it isn't even a question of love, because it takes a hell of a lot more than love to raise a child.