Good Lord, what a tsunami of thoughts
and feelings have been bombarding my psyche over the last day or two. It all began with a Facebook post…that seems
to happen a lot now-adays.
I innocently posted something that made
my heart soar:
“Give to every other human being every right that you claim for
yourself - that is my doctrine." - Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason.
Later I noticed a comment from a very
good friend of mine: “So where do unborn babies
fit in that ? Not hostile, just curious how it all works out so simply.”
My goodness, it’s been like the dam
broke inside me, as I’ve played those thoughts around in my gut, my heart, and
my mind over the last few hours.
WHEW!
And I just made that sound out loud in full force, as an expression of
release in my body, where I’m feeling the question.
I’m not sure the mind can find the
answer to this heart issue…it pits woman against unborn child, and somewhere
inside of me, I know it’s not an “either/or” thing.
It’s kind of like Jesus’s admonition
to “love your neighbor as you love yourself.”
We have so long considered self-love to be all about ego and narcissism,
that we’ve not allowed ourselves to even begin considering true self-love. But
I don’t think we CAN truly love our neighbor until we begin to know and love
ourselves, our true selves and authentic selves as we are in the image of our
Creator God, as well as the spoiled brat self that longs to be accepted and
loved as is. Shoot, most of us have never even stopped long enough to get to
know ourselves, let alone love ourselves.
Spending time to get to know myself has too long been considered
selfish. Someone posted the other day, again
on FB, that self-care was NOT something ever taught or encouraged in all her
years as a religious minister, yet Jesus indicated that it’s vital to loving
our neighbor. And vital to loving our enemies, another often dismissed teaching
of the Way Shower, Jesus. It’s in the seedbed of learning to love our selves
(often our own worst enemy), to forgive ourselves, and to truly care for
ourselves that true compassion for the other is borne. Compassion and love for
our neighbor flows out of love for God and love of self.
And I think that’s maybe, kind of,
sort of where I’ve landed in holding this tension of respect for a woman’s
right to choose and the rights of the unborn child. I don’t think it’s a matter of choosing one
over the other, but realizing that as we begin to truly honor and respect women
enough to give them choice over their own reproductive life, maybe, just maybe
that translates into protecting the rights of the unborn? Maybe it’s not an
either/or, but a both/and thing?
I’m not sure how it all works, but I
have come to know that in my own experience the right to choose for myself life
or death just makes all the difference in the world. Take away that basic right
to choose, and I am no longer free to make the best choice. Damn it…I’m gonna
take what I want to prove I can. But to
be able to freely choose opens up space to choose well.
A little case in point—for most of my
life, drinking even a glass of wine with dinner was considered a “sin”. There was so much guilt and shame connected
to it that it took me forever to be able to order a glass of wine here locally,
just in case someone from my church saw me.
As I began to enter into a spirituality that set me free to drink a
glass of wine, I relished it. And it
became kind of a badge of “I can do this! Yea! I’ve been set free!” Recently I’ve been reading all kinds of
information regarding alcohol and fibromyalgia, and it’s not been pretty. And I was rather ticked off that I was being
forced by my body to give up my nightly glass of wine. Then it dawned on me, “I DO still have a
choice. No one’s taken my choice away.
My choice is really clear. Wine might be causing some of my pain issues. I have
the choice to keep hurting or to stop drinking wine every night.” So, I’ve put my bottle away.
In honoring a woman’s right to choose,
maybe just maybe we are honoring the unborn child as well?
I read this quote earlier today, and
my spirit lept:
“We have to say things, do things,
think things, and share what comes up. The spirit within seeks expression in the
world without, and we are its voice, its instrument. In the very heart of our
own matter is the one that calls out to be heard, the love that yearns to be
shared. This is our life force, our vitality, transcending boundaries, merging inner and outer, human and divine,
thought and matter in an endless cycle.”
Perhaps as we seek the rights of all
women, those rights merge with unborn children.
Maybe they’re not separate, but the same thing from different points of
view?
I don’t have answers and I can’t speak
another’s truth. It isn’t simple. The
truly hard questions of life never are. Working
to transcend the dual thinking of “either/or” is never simple. Truths found in
paradoxes are hard to hold. That’s still my favorite picture of the work of the
Cross in our lives: holding onto both the good thief and the bad thief until both
are reconciled in the heart of Christ.
I don’t think my friend’s heart and my
heart are in two different places – our ideas may be and the way we think or
express them may be, but like those two thieves on the Cross, there is a place
of reconciliation in the heart of Christ. May we continually find ourselves
moving toward the Center of the Cross.