Me, me, me

If ever there were a soundbite to remind me of why my conscience is convicted about the slippery slope from the contraceptive mentality to the abortive mentality, this would be it:

“When a woman becomes pregnant within a loving, supportive, respectful relationship; has every option open to her; decides she does not wish to bear a child; and has access to a safe, affordable abortion—there is not a tragedy in sight—only blessing. The ability to enjoy God’s good gift of sexuality without compromising one’s education, life’s work, or ability to put to use God’s gifts and call is simply blessing.”

Thus stated Episcopal priest Katherine Ragsdale, quoted by Marvin Olasky in WORLD magazine. Ragsdale also referred to pro-abortion lobbyists and abortion-industry workers as heroes and saints who are engaged in the “holy work” of protecting the “blessing” of abortion.

Olasky concluded his column with the following meditation:

“The tragedy of abortion is bad enough, but the origin of the tragedy, and so many others of our time, emerges from worship not of Christ but of “me, me, me.” Katherine Ragsdale may show this tendency in a heightened form, but all of us display it to some degree. May God have mercy on her, on her students, and on all of us.”