I’m currently in Central America researching a medical project. The last three dinners that I had the privilege of being a guest at, the host and their families were shocked by the news of the American tolerance of abortion. The families, in general, recoiled when I explained the situation.
I don’t initiate these discussions but at one such dinner, a teary eyed 10 year old begged “¿qué sucede con los bebés abortados” and “qué pasa con las almas de los bebés abortados”. What happens to the aborted babies and their souls?
I quickly found that I had no answer and was teary eyed when she asked me to join her in lighting a candle in her church, but I went. Mahatma Gandhi famously said that you can judge a nation’s greatness by the way it treats its weakest members. The unborn are our weakest.
The truth is, her question is one that gets asked far too infrequently.