My latest post from the birthy side of my life: A Voice of Love
I just wanted to share it here, as well, because I think it’s a message so many of us miss. This post has been brewing for awhile, and started with our family’s search for affordable health insurance. We looked into a Christian medical-sharing program that would fit into our budget well. I was feeling optimistic until I looked at their prenatal policies. (Among others, but that’s another story, and didn’t matter to me as much as this particular area.)
Of course, they won’t cover the cost of any abortion. I’m fine with that.
However, neither will they cover the prenatal care of an unwed mother.
So…they want to save babies’ lives, but they’re not willing to help a woman who makes the difficult choice to carry her child to term?
This bothers me deeply.
Though I understand that they want to “promote healthy, godly lifestyles,” and I understand that single moms have the choice to pursue coverage through their state or their employer, I fail to comprehend why the first place a woman should be able to run (the Church) has closed themselves off to her.
The Church is supposed to be a safe place to fall, where you will be picked up, dusted off, and helped along your way. A place where love covers a multitude of sins, and where you can always find someone to walk with you in your desperation. A hospital for the sick. A shelter and food for the poor. A haven for the hopeless.
I am not advocating overlooking and winking at sin. I’m not. God forbid!
I’m only saying that if I am going to err, I choose to err on the side of compassion and love.
After all — there, but for the grace of God, go I.
I am not far removed from the “least of these” myself. The last time I checked, the ground at the foot of the Cross is level. We all stand before God naked, blind, poor, and in great need of something.
Be careful who you criticize. It’s quite likely that what bothers you most about “them” is the plank you carry in your own eye.
Grace & Peace,