(Editor’s
Note: The following article was written on
July 2042 Eutychus Report:
I Used to Be
Pro-Life
I used to be
“Pro-Life” as most Christians in my generation used to say. And, again like much of my generation, I
slowly changed my mind about things. I
suppose the way I changed went like this:
Near the turn
of the century this hot-button issue was still largely confined to
the realm of back-room politics and heavy-handed right-winger stump
speeches. I didn’t speak about it up front
at my church, and while my denomination was formally opposed to our nation’s
abortion laws—we didn’t often do much about it.
This was especially the case when it got personal.
Let me give an
example. I have an old friend named Ralph Faust who lived just down the
street in the seventies and eighties.
“The Reagan-Cosby Years” as I like to call them. We were the same age, born in 1974, two years
after Roe vs. Wade. That year the
abortion-rate reached its highest frequency, with half of those conceived that
year being aborted (an admittedly horrible thing, though in time curbed by
relaxed church positions on contraception).
When Ralph and
I were both seven, his parents separated, and then six months later they divorced. This was not uncommon—in fact about 40
percent of my generation grew up with divorced parents, and then more than half
of my generation proceeded to copy the practice once we were married. The quandary with Ralph was that his parents were church-people. His Mom was a church secretary and his Dad
was a church elder elected to the board.
They were what I would likely have later described as “key” people. Now, today in the 40s that wouldn’t make
anyone blink, but back then we still had a bit of lingering “old ways” in which
upstanding church citizens weren’t supposed to get divorced. At least not while attending your
church.
Everything was
neatly resolved, however, when Ralph’s Dad moved out to the other side of town
and started attending another church. It
was a similar church to Ralph’s, and nearly the same size, and so after a few
years his Dad was voted onto the board again.
Everyone there, of course, only knew about his prior marriage from the
comments his Dad gave about it. No one
really asked him about it though… not wanting to give offense.
It’s really just a personal issue
in his past, something he must have dealt with since he seemed like such a good
Christian man. Regardless, there
were several single women in his new church that didn’t mind the thought of
having an available single man around that actually had a job. Ralph’s mom continued as secretary at her
church and although rumors circulated about her infidelity, perhaps even within
the church, being the root cause of the divorce, again no one wanted to
pry. Certainly
with her being in such close proximity with the pastoral staff they could
counsel her, it was thought. She and
the counseling pastor seemed particularly close.
About a decade later, in his late teens
Ralph was having his obligatory Christmas Eve dinner with his Dad across
town. “So, Pops, it’s great to see you
again for our yearly visit” was the greeting Ralph gave as his Dad opened the
door, “gonna give me that palmtop computer you promised me?” Ralph introduced his new girlfriend, Tina, to
his Dad when he noticed that there was other company in the living room across
the entryway. As the tall, slender man
stood up to walk his way, Ralph’s Dad said, “Well, son, I want you to meet
Scott. I fell in love 18 months ago… and
now that you’re practically grown up I just don’t think it’s fair for me to
hide it anymore.” Ralph’s stomach bile
churned while his brain’s more moderate views on the issue tried to suppress
what he had always told himself were discriminating attitudes. “Ummm, okay… then, Scott, meet my girlfriend
Tina,” Ralph struggled to reply. Tina
felt the need to suggest she wasn’t awkward in this situation and for some
reason blurted, “My uncle is gay too!”
The church
initially had some adjustments to make about their board member’s new lifestyle
arrangement—once it became public. Of
course, most of the “key people” knew for some time about Ralph’s Dad, but what
were they going to do about it? It was the way God made him for goodness
sakes! Besides, he kept it quiet. But now that he was attending church with
Scott arm in arm—some kind of official response was merited in the church, and
since his denomination adopted a “let each church decide” policy in 2005, they
would. The Church conference voted on an
official policy for “Members Who Have a Proclivity Towards and/or Who Are
Practicing Homosexuals.” Scott was found
out to be an investment banker with a hefty monthly contribution to the church
and a real talent on the guitar. Ralph’s
Dad ended up serving on the board of elders for another 10 years.
Tina got pregnant exactly one month after
Ralph and she were married in 2010. Dumb luck, Ralph called it to his
mother. Her reply rhymed his. Tina was two semesters into
Ralph and I
still get together for a Guinness® after Saturday night service from time to
time and catch up. He had three girls
who I dedicated when I was his pastor after Tina established her law practice. One of them grew up to be a pastor and his
youngest one is getting ready to leave for Yale. He’s so proud.
Looking back at the turn of the century
from today, it seems to me that the abortion issue followed the path of other social issues in the church. When I was a kid people realized that good
people still sometimes get divorced. Any
marriage can be a victim of it. In the first few decades of the century
people started to realize that good people are sometimes gay. Even those of us who thought it a sin had to admit that we sinned to—especially the straight
ones among us who had slept with more than one person or had multiple wives
over the years—was it any different?
Once we got over the butterflies in the stomach on the issue
the logic was pretty straightforward. At
one time I was against abortion too, but eventually most people in the American
church realized that good people still sometimes terminate a pregnancy. Any young woman can be a victim of an unplanned pregnancy.
And even if it seemed a sinful thing to end whatever life is growing in the
mother, I’ve sinned many times myself
in simply harboring hatred in my heart, which Jesus called murder. Jesus never spoke of choosing to end a
pregnancy as being murder. Wow! Just writing that line reminds me of so many
bumper stickers and billboards from 40 years back. How crass!
I don’t mean
to say that ending a pregnancy is a good thing.
It’s unfortunate, for sure.
Perhaps I simply think like one of our great presidents, “abortion
should be legal, but very rare.”
Born in 1974, Dr.
Eutychus D. Bailey served as a pastor in the early decades of the 21st
century. He “now” writes a column on the
state of the mid-century church & culture, which is being retrieved by us
from the future because of recent technological advances. Depending on your time-travel ISP speed, you
may be able to reach the old codger by interacting with him at “Ask Eutychus”
in the Next-Wave message board.
©2004 Eutychus Bailey
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