Why I’m an atheist who’s pro-life
Throughout life, one goes through changes. As time goes on, you’re supposed to be changing for the better. You’re older, and supposed to be wiser. Of the changes that I have made in my life, two stand out. I used to be a regular church going Pentecostal. Every Sunday morning I could be found in the church. I also used to believe that abortion was a woman’s decision, and nobody else’s. Today, I am writing from the perspective of a pro-life atheist.
When people talk about abortion, they often tend to frame it in the light of religion vs. secularity. Only “religious whack jobs” wanting to impose their moral values on innocent women were against the so-called “right” to abortion. That’s the most common refrain of the pro-abort lobby. I however, am living, breathing proof that this is a far cry from the truth.
I habitually question facts and beliefs, and it was through that process that the idea of there being a God made less and less sense. How can we have both free will and a pre-determined set of actions that this Almighty being knows will happen? How can we have some unknown entity deciding what is right and what is wrong? Are we as human beings not capable of deciding such things for ourselves? I do realize that most readers of this blog are probably religious and strongly disagree with me on this, but my questioning nature is pertinent to why I became pro-life.
So why pro-life? Why not let women do whatever they want and abort their children if it doesn’t fit in their life? To ask that question is to answer it. There is no right to take the life of those who cannot object. The fetus in the womb is guilty of no crime, so why should they be punished for what someone else did? Most abortions are carried out not because of a medical emergency, but because somebody sees that child as not currently fitting into their life pattern. I almost was one of those victims.
My parents are young. My father was heading off to university when my mother got pregnant. Like many others contemplating abortion, he was thinking solely about his life situation and having a child would not have worked out in his life plans. Like so many other men who were not yet ready to own up and accept responsibility for their actions, he gave my mother two options: abortion or he leaves. It’s obvious which choice she made but many other women would have taken the opposite position. Of course after finally growing up, he returned, but had my mother chosen to abort, that option would not have been available to him any longer.
Abortion is not solely a women’s issue as many pro-abortion feminists like to make it seem. It takes two to create a life, and men need to be much readier to accept their roles as co-creators of a life with lots of potential. Being pro-choice is taking the easy way out. A real man is going to be there to support the woman he is with, and take care of that child. Many young men are faced with the three scariest words for the unprepared “honey, I’m pregnant.” True men of character are going to be there for their future offspring, from conception to death. This is simply the right thing to do and you don’t need a God to tell you that!