I find it extremely hard to believe that doctors and staff members who regularly perform abortions sleep well at night. If they do, I imagine them to be some of the coldest, hardest people.
I used to believe women who had abortions were too, until I heard the testimony of a woman who had one. I wouldn’t divulge her name if I remembered it (I don’t).
She had the abortion performed over a decade or two before this recitation of this testimonial, and you could still see the emotional scars. With every word, every sentence, she was just saturated with guilt and remorse at having had her baby ripped from her womb. With every tear that rolled down her face, my heart took another blow. I could never again look at abortion as a viable option for anyone after seeing what it did to this poor woman.
And yet, God made beauty from ashes by placing her at a pregnancy aid center where she could council young and troubled mothers and share her story of pain and remorse to them as they struggled to decide their baby’s fate.
If any doctor or staff member performing abortions heard her story and could continue practicing, I would be afraid of them. The lack of compassion is definitely disturbing to me. They should be happy they aren’t practicing in biblical times. The penalty of harming an unborn child is specifically lined out in Exodus:
Exodus 21:22-25 ESV
“When men strive together and hit a pregnant woman, so that her children come out, but there is no harm, the one who hit her shall surely be fined, as the woman’s husband shall impose on him, and he shall pay as the judges determine. But if there is harm, then you shall pay life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.