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Dee Dee Warren
Guest
I was a murderer. Does that sound harsh?? It is. I had murdered two of my children through abortion. I say was because I know that God has put away my sin. The woman who did those acts died on February 9, 1997. Why do I even bring this up?? I don’t struggle with forgiveness issues. I know I am forgiven. I do not struggle with condemnation issues, for I know there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus. So again, why do I even bring this up??
Well despite my rest in Christ, the knowledge and the memory of what I did still comes to mind periodically and grieves me to the core. I think that is good. But here is what has been brining it to mind lately. Anyone who has dialoged with me on theological issues knows that I highly value consistency. But on this issue, I think we Christians can be some of the most inconsistent and hypocritical people around, myself a foremost offender. Let me give you the example that I wanted to bring up…. I am often asked if I have any children, to which I respond that I don’t. In my Christian worldview is that really true?? It is not. I am not a woman with no children, I am a woman with two deceased children who I do firmly believe are waiting for me with Christ. When I say that I have no children, it is as if these two never existed. They have no gravestone or memory. They have no names. And when I deny them, I kill them all over again in a sense.
And to be brutally honest, before I was a Christian I did not care in the slightest. I never gave them a second thought. I used to be a zealous abortion mill defender. In fact, this was my trademark schtick…. I had this large sign that said, “FANATIC” with an arrow putting down under it, and I would stand behind a pro-life protester and hold it over their head. I remember them telling the women that they would regret and be sorry over what they were doing. Maybe some would be, but I wasn’t. I find these methods which appeal to the selfishness of the woman very ineffective and somewhat dishonest. Who cares if they feel bad or not. That is not the issue.
This is not said to condemn nor am I looking for a fight. I am just trying to be honest and spill my guts a bit. Thank you for listening.
Well despite my rest in Christ, the knowledge and the memory of what I did still comes to mind periodically and grieves me to the core. I think that is good. But here is what has been brining it to mind lately. Anyone who has dialoged with me on theological issues knows that I highly value consistency. But on this issue, I think we Christians can be some of the most inconsistent and hypocritical people around, myself a foremost offender. Let me give you the example that I wanted to bring up…. I am often asked if I have any children, to which I respond that I don’t. In my Christian worldview is that really true?? It is not. I am not a woman with no children, I am a woman with two deceased children who I do firmly believe are waiting for me with Christ. When I say that I have no children, it is as if these two never existed. They have no gravestone or memory. They have no names. And when I deny them, I kill them all over again in a sense.
And to be brutally honest, before I was a Christian I did not care in the slightest. I never gave them a second thought. I used to be a zealous abortion mill defender. In fact, this was my trademark schtick…. I had this large sign that said, “FANATIC” with an arrow putting down under it, and I would stand behind a pro-life protester and hold it over their head. I remember them telling the women that they would regret and be sorry over what they were doing. Maybe some would be, but I wasn’t. I find these methods which appeal to the selfishness of the woman very ineffective and somewhat dishonest. Who cares if they feel bad or not. That is not the issue.
This is not said to condemn nor am I looking for a fight. I am just trying to be honest and spill my guts a bit. Thank you for listening.