The Crescat’s Brave Piece

One of the reasons I have always liked Katrina Fernandez is that she has the soul of an artist and the sharp-elbowed honesty of one who has spent some time sketching among the longshoremen: she is both elevated and earthy in her perspective. In this, she reminds me a little of Heather King, whom I have referred to as “a mystic with a bit of a mouth”

Some of that, I’ve always thought, suggested the self-bandaging of a person who had survived serious wounding and found a way to cope. I know a little about that. Today, Katrina peels back some of the gauze, in the brave hopes that she can help heal someone else’s deep wound or — better yet — prevent some wounds from every happening.

There is no consolation to be had for the mother that loses a child. She will grieve in her heart for the rest of her life. Abortion; however, not only robs a child of it’s life and a mother of it’s child, it also robs the mother of her grieving. She is not allowed to grieve because she cannot publicly claim the title Mother.

Abortion advocates will never admit a post-abortive woman is a Mother because to admit that would acknowledge the existence that there was once a child. Not a clump of cells, but a very real living child. When girls begin menstruating they are not called mothers to a clump of cells, yet so many people really believe an abortion is just like having a heavy period or passing a large menstrual clot. This was how it was described to me when I found myself in their clinic fifteen years ago. Two years later when I returned to have a second abortion the lie had not changed.

Read the whole piece. Bravo, Katrina! You have, make no doubt, helped many women today!

There is such a wideness in God’s mercy; praise Him.

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