Unless you’ve been living under a giant rock, you must have heard the slogan ‘my body, my choice’. Four short and simple words; an ad hominem that's become a sort of war cry for females across the English-speaking world. It’s a giant shield brought out in defence of any argument against abortion; it’s played as a trump card, the ‘beats rock, paper and scissors’ of this moral minefield.
Since I’ve written quite a bit about women lately, I thought it was only fair that I also write about men – the fellas seem to have more than enough problems of their own. Men are far more likely than women to commit suicide, die in the workplace, die in combat, become victims of homicide... Continue Reading →
Growing up, I loved strong female characters. As a child bookworm I started with the adventures of Lucy Pevensie from C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, then graduated to some of the classics. I loved the wit of Elizabeth Bennet, the integrity of Jane Eyre and the willpower of Scarlett O’Hara – to name a few recognisable examples. I confess that as a twenty-something, my love of strong fictional heroines hasn't waned in the slightest.
This is the second part of my bumper abortion-resource double-post. If you missed part one, you can find it here. This section aims to look at informed choice, to provide you with some information about the abortion industry and resources to equip you further. What information is given to a woman seeking an abortion? If... Continue Reading →
If you read my previous post on abortion, you might wish to delve a little deeper into this issue. If you haven't read it, you can do so here. This time, I decided to simply let the facts speak for themselves. I hope you'll find the following two bumper posts a helpful resource on the subject.
Last month, every time I turned on the TV or read the news on the internet, there was some new sexual abuse or harassment scandal being plastered on my screen. Last year it was the Church of England. Then it was Hollywood. Then it was the Olympics gymnast doctor scandal. Then it was #MeToo. Then it was that Aziz Ansari story. Then it was the President’s Club. I suppose one incident naturally sparked another and another, but the scale of this uncovering has been huge.
This is not the kind of topic I’d planned to write about. I like to (loosely) plan ahead – otherwise, stuff doesn’t get done. I’m like the sort-of-planned-procrastinator. Anyway. I can’t force myself to write about things I’m not feeling. So I’ve thrown my posting schedule out of the window this week, moving away from the formula I'd created in my head and following the trail of God's leading (or maybe just my intuition...hard to tell which is which sometimes).
Is it just me, or is challenging ideas you don't agree with becoming a bit of a taboo in this country? Maybe it has something to do with the combative nature of openly disagreeing with anything – a concept that, let’s face it, is distasteful to British society as a whole. We're not very good at conflict, are we? As Christians we err on the side of extreme caution when it comes to contentious issues. Aren’t we just called to love our neighbour, not impose our morality on others?
Here it is. The topic you probably wish I hadn't touched. Messy. Divisive. Emotionally loaded. When I was younger, abortion was quite an abstract word. Of course, I knew what it was, but it was vague. I knew little then about life in the womb and even less about what an abortion procedure really is. Once I got informed, my heart was changed for good.