Letter from a 12-week old unborn baby

I am not a “potential” child, but a real child. My mother cannot
“choose” to have a child – she already has one! Her only “choice”
is whether or not to let me live.

BY The Editors

I am not a blob of tissue to be disposed of. When I became a zygote at
fertilization, I was already composed of 39,000 genes made up of 3.2 billion
base pair sequences. Hard to believe, I know, but it’s scientifically
true! These detailed directions for my development have been compared to the
amount of information found in two hundred New York City phone books.

After this beginning, I worked actively to prevent any other sperm from
fertilizing the same egg, and on my own impetus took a journey down the
fallopian tube to implant upon my mother’s uterus.

At 5 weeks, my cerebral cortex was developing, and well before I reached 12
weeks my brain was functioning. I was already responding to stimuli.

So how can you allow me to be tortured? Shouldn’t you be working to
protect me from suffering? Why allow me to be torn limb from limb?

Click “like” if you want to end abortion!

At 12 weeks, I am not merely a design for a house yet to be built, I am
already “a tiny house that constructs itself larger and more complex
through its active self-development towards maturity” (Patrick Lee). If I
live and grow to maturity, this growth will not involve a change in my
identity or substance, only the development of what’s already there.

I am not a “potential” child, but a real child. Take a good look at the
image of me that you received. My mother cannot “choose” to have a child
– she already has one! Her only “choice” is whether or not to let me

Size has nothing to do with human rights. The sun may be vast in size, but
it can’t think or love. It is only matter. It will never be part of a
family and community, nor will it ever serve my country. It will
never ponder the mystery of life and the beauty of the night-skies, nor will
it ever be able to conceive of the universe or meditate on Scripture.

Small as I am at 12 weeks, I can say that I am more precious than that huge
and majestic sun, because I am made in the image of God, the One who created
the sun, the night skies and the universe. All those things will pass away,
but I am made for eternity.


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