With the presidential election just weeks away, we can’t help but talk about what our world may soon be like. I chose early on to mostly “tune out” after I saw some of the political rhetoric and mud-slinging brouhaha that came early on in the primaries. I didn’t know who I’d vote for, and all of Catholic radio was abuzz about voting your conscience. But as the debates have raged on along with the rhetoric, something finally did catch my eye last night. Hillary Clinton and her position on abortion.
I normally would shy away from writing posts such as these, and please note I am not a supporter of Donald Trump. But God moved me today to talk about the “borderland,” defined as an unclear state or condition that is between two things and is like each of them in some way. It is a vague intermediate state or region. It is Jesus’s lukewarm spit you out place.
God talked to me about that place. The place where we are scared to say something, the place where our opinions will win us few friends, the place where if we take a stand, it may have serious consequences. So many of us live in the borderland, Christians and non-Christians alike. But for us as followers of Jesus Christ, the borderland is no place to be. It is dangerous, self-serving and a lukewarm response to Jesus’s instructions to pick up our cross and follow him.
Once upon a time I was a supporter of the pro-choice movement, even started the first high school National Organization for Women (NOW) chapter in the southeast region of the United States. My views were popular among my peers and I found a place where I found other women who were just as passionate about women’s issues as I was. Not only was I passionate about it, but later on as an attorney , I fought on behalf of young girls who were asking for abortions. I represented these young girls who were asking to bypass their parents by getting a judge to approve their request for an abortion. I did a lot of them. God has forgiven me.
And now, I find myself on the other side of the fight. The side that is unpopular and ugly. The side that nobody wants to talk about. I find myself filled with a vigorous passion for the pro-life stance. As Jesus changed my heart in so many other things, this was one of the first things. The value of human life, ALL HUMAN life, and what it means to God.
And that’s where Mrs. Clinton comes in. She said something last night that made me sit up in my bed.
“This is one of the worst possible choices that any woman and her family has to make, and I do not believe the government should be making it,” she said.
But you see, the government is making it. The government is making it by allowing abortion to go on. The government continues to make it. The government continues to tell me that it is ok for me to kill my baby. It’s up to me what I do with that baby, not God. And that made me pause. Mrs. Clinton essentially said that I, not God, get to decide if my baby will live or die.
And that made me pause again, thinking of the message that she is sending across this country, the one she is sending to teenagers, poor mothers or those women who just don’t feel like dealing with a pregnancy. It says that we as women can kill our babies and that it’s ok.
And that is just not ok, that is not ok at all…
And so God asks us in this borderland we live in, are we all in? Are we all in for Him? Are we all in to lose friends and loved ones when we stand up for His truth? Or are we conveniently sitting on the sidelines because of our political affiliations or loyalty to our candidates? The gospel reading today drove that home,
I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing!
Do you think that I have come to establish peace on the earth? No I tell you, but rather division.
Now is the time to stand up for human life, now is the time to show women that they can be forgiven for the abortion that they had, now is the time to show women that they and their bodies belong to a loving God who knows every hair on their head.
We can no longer sit idly by in the borderland. Sorry Mrs. Clinton, you lost my vote.