There are many unheard, silent black voices in our world. It’s the silence that many people shy away from even in the Body of Christ.
It’s unfortunate as we celebrate Black History that so many black babies’ own history and voice will be forever silenced, unable to tell their story.
I wrote a guest post last year regarding my pro life conversion story for my friend who runs a pregnancy center. I want to share that post in honor of Black History Month, but more importantly, to honor and give VOICE to the voiceless of aborted black babies in our country.
While it’s commendable that our society recognizes that “black lives” do matter, black lives in the womb matter too.
My Pro Life Conversion Story
Until 2005, I was a pro choice advocate. 2005 is when I became a born again Christian. Prior to that my thoughts on abortion were “it’s a woman’s choice, and it’s no big deal”.
That was my point of view, even when I found myself pregnant in 1997. I was about 28 years old with a full-time job, school, and living with my boyfriend and soon to be hubby. However, I didn’t want or wasn’t ready for a family.
When my husband and I were dating, he never shied away from the fact that he wanted kids. I, however, was indifferent, and wasn’t looking to start a family. With my work and going to college, kids were the farthest thing from my mind – until I became pregnant.
When I told my boyfriend/hubby I was thinking about abortion, he wasn’t necessarily in agreement with it. I told my girlfriend what I was contemplating, and she shared with me her abortion experience. It surprised me since she was married with kids. What she said to me still rings in my head to this day:
“Steph, trust me, you don’t want to do this because it’s really not a good feeling. I wish I hadn’t done it.”
I thank God to this day for that conversation with my friend. Had I not heeded her words, I would have missed 23 years of raising my young, handsome, intelligent black son – missed seeing him graduate from college.
I would have missed our long talks about race, religion and politics. Missed seeing his relationship with Christ blossom. I would have missed my son. Because of a selfish, indifferent decision.
Here’s another thought that stays with me. My mother, 53 years ago, faced the same dilemma at 46! Her older sister persuaded her at the time to abort me. My mom asked her three young adult kids what they thought. My siblings stuck up for me and told my mom to go for it and have the baby.
Again, but God!
It’s unfortunate as we celebrate Black History that so many black babies’ own history will be forever silenced, unable to tell their story. However, God, by His grace and mercy, is raising up a remnant who have not bowed their knees at the altar of Baal.
The Lord is raising up a young generation, like my son, who sees the darkness of the abortion industry and isn’t afraid to speak out.
The Lord is using pregnancy centers like Inspire to bring truth and awareness to women of color in communities and to come alongside them. Not to condemn or preach at them, but to help them. It’s in this that we can have hope that more black voices can tell their STORY.