The hardest thing about this Christmas is trying to be happy when, only a few hours ago, I overheard that a former friend of mine (a practicing Catholic... at least on the surface) performed an "abortion" on herself by giving herself abortifacients. Mga "bote-bote" daw. And to see you still in Church, receiving the sacraments as usual. You were not lacking in doctrinal education--you went to the same Catholic schools I did growing up and we were in the same class--to decide that what you did was wrong, and that to receive communion now is sacrilege. Unless you confessed it. Which of course I wouldn't know.
I'm trying to be compassionate. Trying to understand your circumstances. But the first instinct is not to feel sad for you. The first instinct is to think of that poor child, and to be so angry that I want to scream at you. You, a victim? Yes (though not really, because everything you did was of your own free will--you were never coerced and it was a lifestyle you'd created for yourself), but it was never said that a victim could not also be the perpetrator of a different crime.
I have one thing to say to pro-abortionists and to those who would kill for their own convenience or reputation. It sounds like something an old puritan would say and it sounds terrible, as if I were the kind of person who would go around saying things like "Anathema! Anathema!" But if you stop to think about it... well.
The sinful man has his day? Yes, and God his eternity!
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