All grandparents like to show off pictures of their grandchildren, and I am no exception. Since I can’t corner all of you in a grocery store, you will have to view this photo from the ultrasound.
My wife who is a nurse refers to this latest addition to our family as Peanut, since he or she is about the size and shape of well…a peanut. I don’t know much about obstetrics, but I did learn one astonishing fact, at six weeks old, Peanut has a heart that is pumping along at 120 beats per minute. Pretty darn impressive for a person who is the size and shape of a small legume.
I don’t know what he or she will be. Like any grandfather, I am hoping he or she will be a Nobel Prize Laureate, or a Supreme Court Justice, but that is not for me to decide. But as I gazed at the picture you see here, what became evident to me is that there is the potential for my next grandchild to be anything he or she wants. At this moment, my new grandchild is life in its purest form.
I read about Code Pink protesting the convention, dressed as genitalia, and I wondered why these people are never seen picketing the Chinese Embassy, boycotting Chinese goods, or asking the President to put pressure on China’s human rights policies. If there ever was a government that keeps putting its laws all over women’s bodies, it is the Chinese.
But the Left shows no interest in protesting China’s forced abortion policies. The Left is content to remain enraged and indignant, hair flying back, jaws set, eyes wild; and firm in its defiance of any pro-life idea. That is all the more reason for Christians to be present in a debate that will portray conservatives and Christians as the oppressors of women, not as the advocates of people.
When I was a young liberal, I was unabashedly pro-choice. I had a button bearing a picture of a coat hanger with a slash through it and even marched in a pro-choice demonstration chanting “Women have died because of Hyde” without the slightest idea who Henry Hyde was. I took particular pleasure in going head-to-head with the pro-life crowd, who I regarded as backward, self-important, and woefully naive.