ABORTION: SEEKING GOD'S KIND FACE
By J. Grant Swank, Jr.
MichNews.com
Mar 13, 2006

Her skin was flawless, her manner graceful, her laugh infectious. Further, she came from an upper-middle class Christian home. She had attended a Christian college. Her boyfriend went to her church.

When she sat with my wife and me, however, her glance was anxious. And her hands twisted one another. Her shoulders bent under troubling weight. How else does one look after having had an abortion?

"We sat in the clinic," she said, "and we saw others from my college." She and her boyfriend had huddled together in the outer room of the abortion trade. There had been none of their usual laughter, only embarrassed eyes touching one another, then glancing off onto beige walls.

"My family must never know," she said. "They'd die. They would. . ." She began to cry. Speaking in half sentences had become common that night. Confusion mixed with hurt overwhelmed language. Grammar was molded to fit the wounds inside. The rest