Abortion destroys love
tagged abortion, Canada, love, Mark Shea, pregnancy and Religion
Mark Shea has a powerful article up at Catholic Exchange, and I was particularly struck by this paragraph in it.
When we put it that way, we suddenly realize: Knowing that the baby is going to die sooner rather than later is no reason to kill the baby. It is, says Janet, a reason to love the baby for as long as you can while it’s here. That’s very painful, but that is the risk we take every time we choose to love because everything we love in this world is mortal. It may be objected that an anencephalic baby cannot appreciate our love. I would reply that a healthy baby does not appreciate our love either, because a healthy baby has no more mind than a baby born without a brain. The whole point of parenthood, especially in its earliest stages, is radical self-giving (like Christ) to a being who is wholly incapable of giving anything back besides a sucking reflex. It’s an analogy of the grace of God, the great wake-up call, enfleshed, that It’s Not about Me and What I Get from It. A short course in the life of the Blessed Trinity.
I think this hints at exactly what is wrong with abortion, both including and apart from the fact that an innocent life is take. What is seriously wrong is that the entirety of the act is marked by a profound lack of love, of a certain kind. Babies require unconditional, self-giving love from their parents if they are to have any chance of development, formation, and maturation; even a perfectly healthy baby will wither if it is not showered with affection to give it is first ever lessons about the existence of something that exists beyond itself.
Note, O Reader, that what I’m talking about is not the same as an inability to love; all human beings are capable of loving something. Rather like the question of Religion, the issue is not whether we love, but what we love. And in the case of abortion, all we demonstrate the capacity to love is ourself. And in so doing, we effect a most terrible destruction not only on human life in its most fragile and innocent state, but on the world around us as well.
Love is a terrible risk, and love of anything outside the self necessarily leaves us vulnerable to being hurt in a multitude of powerful, shocking, and terrifying ways. But that’s the risk we accept, because to love something outside ourselves is also an act of majesty and beauty that is unparalleled by anything else in this mortal, temporal world.
And love — that ability to love another — is what is truly lacking in the act of abortion and the desire to seek the service out. It is a depravity that is, quite frankly, horrifying. And here’s the rub: this is just as true in the case of a disabled/terminally malformed baby as it is in the case of a pregnancy due to rape. Whatever the deformity, and whatever the trauma, there is an innocent life there which we should only ever love and see brought into the world (if only for a few moments); any other response diminishes and demeans not only that new and innocent life, but us as well.
It speaks volumes about Canada that we saw fit to give a man a medal for his efforts in making such an abhorrent thing legal in this country.










