By Dave Andrusko
The name of Melissa Ohden is familiar to many, many pro-lifers. The survivor of a 1977 saline infusion abortion, Melissa has shared her testimony around the world. She has spoken at many NRLC conventions and written a number of stories for NRL News Today.
Reading how Melissa is bringing healing to so many, a key component, for me, is her own reconciliation with her birth mother. When I recently re-read a Q&A I conducted with her when Melissa published her book, “You Carried Me: A Daughter’s Memoir,” it occurred to be that healing and reconciliation truly are at the heart of everything we do as pro-lifers.
Let me attempt to explain what I mean.
Let it be said that we attempt to mend the hearts of women torn by the often panicky decision to take the life of their unborn child. Bravado aside, many women agonize over a “choice” they’d give anything to be able to take back.
Let it be said that you and I refuse to give in to the “either/or” mentality that enables abortion defenders to live with themselves. We stand for win-win solutions. Killing an unborn child is no more a “solution” than jumping off a bridge cures a fear of heights.
Let it be said that pro-lifers are familiar with the gritty realities of life. We are fully aware that standing up for your unborn child when the father so often is pressuring you to abort takes courage of a higher order.
Let it be said that just as each one of us was knit together in our mother’s womb, so we weave together love for unborn children with love for their mothers.
Let it be said that our Movement is founded in compassion, grounded in kindness, and secured in tenderness.
Melissa titled a post she wrote dated January 1, “Resolving to Follow the Little Nudges and Gut Checks.” For believers, like Melissa, the source of those little nudges is the Holy Spirit. They are a “little reminder to take notice of something” for which we will be thankful (if we acknowledge them).
Whomever we credit as the source, pro-lifers have a sixth sense about women and girls who need our help. I cannot tell you how many times I have been prompted to reach out to someone. Of course, most times it will not be a woman or girl facing an unplanned pregnancy—there are so many problems that each of us face—but it has happened more than once.
I would not be honest if I said that I always responded, or responded the best way possible. But I have improved, because the older I get the more I realize that for each of us, if we fail to stand in the breach, then no one will.
And what could possibly be more of blessing than to be His Hands and Feet?