My sister’s scar is front and center. You can’t miss it. Right there, sitting on her forehead. It’s been there forever. It’s a part of her. It’s funny though, when I look at her face to face, I don’t see it anymore. But, there are times, when she’s hot, or angry, and her face turns red, the wide white scar stands out to be noticed. And then I remember. I remember the day. And every time I remember, I want to take her in my arms and hug her up and comfort her.
Have you ever been involved in someone’s scar? What happened that day, when someone you love went through that inescapable pain? Do you wish you could have prevented it, done more, rescued them?
We were outside playing; she was 4 years old and cute as cute could be. Such a sweet little angel face, without a sca
r. She and her friend, the boy next door, were playing with their toys, one being a heavy metal truck. That was back when toys weren’t made of plastic. I guess the manufacturer didn’t have a clue that their toy was going to be used as a lethal weapon.
The six-year old me was away from the scene of the crime, playing at a distance, but there was no mistaking something was seriously wrong when my little sister, wailing and bleeding with a gaping gash in her forehead, managed to find me. I wanted to cry too and even more so when we couldn’t get into the house. Memories are foggy, but the horror of not being able to open the stuck door to the house was unforgettable. It was so frightening not to be able to get her to safety.
So, in some ways, her scar is my scar.
To this day, when I see that someone has a scar, I get curious and wonder what the story is behind it. I want to comfort them and say, “Oh, you poor thing, I’m sure that hurt.” But for those of us who carry hidden scars like the emotional scar of abortion, no one will come up to us and say, “You poor thing.” How could they, they can’t see the scar in our heart from the loss of a child at our own hands. There is hope for forgiveness from the sin of abortion, but the scars and memories remain.
If you advocate for abortion, if you take your friend, your girlfriend, or your sister to have an abortion, you will be sharing their scar. It will damage you, hidden under your mistaken belief that abortion is a good answer. Then some day, the scar will surface, the pain will haunt you and remind you that you condoned a horrific thing. Don’t let someone hit you in the head with a truck before you come to the realization that abortion is painful and leaves a scar.




