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By Jack Taylor
02/04/20
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Over sixty million have been murdered because of one regretted choice made by my friend’s grandmother, Norma McCorvey. She was the plaintiff, Jane Roe in Roe v. Wade back in 1973. I’m glad that despite her dark beginning she made it her life’s mission to overturn that Supreme Court legislation. Many times, I heard her say in public and in private, “I am dedicated to spending the rest of my life undoing the law that bears my name.” Although she failed in 2004, she emptied herself trying.

She wasn’t exactly Moses on mission to bring down the wrath of the Almighty on a people determined to destroy the unborn and she wasn’t exactly Noah on mission to construct something designed to save chosen ones from a flood of destructive legislation. She was a humble woman of a late faith whose eyes had been opened.

The fact that my friend has a grandmother is almost a miracle of history since her mother was the third child – the one McCorvey focused on when, as a twenty-one-year-old single mom, she declared in an affidavit that she was pregnant and didn’t want to be.

Fortunately, she was born and then adopted by a loving family. Unfortunately, McCorvey was ambushed by two lawyers with a mission of their own.

My friend would often call me to join her at Starbucks or another coffee shop to rant over the latest things she had talked over with her mother. She came loaded with documents, youtube videos and documentaries. I was thoroughly caffeinated and covered in the stench of the bitter bean by the time the clock reminded us of hours passed.

I still recall biting into a strawberry scone while hearing that the chief justice Henry Blackman had invented the idea of three trimesters in order to declare in what ways abortion would be accepted by the state. One document of the court transcript recorded Blackman’s comment that “if prenatal personhood is established the case for abortion collapses for the fetus’ right to life would then be guaranteed specifically by the forteenth amendment.”

Now, McCorvey wasn’t baptized as a Christian until 1995 but when she came out as pro-life, she was a raging bull for the rights of the unborn. She forsook her lesbian lifestyle, her work at the abortion clinics, and proved that transformation was possible. A simple chart on a wall showing the developmental stages of a pre-born baby turned on a light for her. She stated clearly, “I don’t believe in abortion even in an extreme situation. If the woman is impregnated by a rapist, it’s still a child. You’re not to act as your own God.”

Norma never attended court and she never had an abortion but the courts used her situation to open up the door for others. A companion case kicked the door open further by declaring that while abortion should be restricted in the third trimester to issues of health, health could include the physical, emotional, psychological, familial or the age of the mother.

Norma’s story has often had me reflect on the mission of my own life. Her book “I am Roe” inspired me to write. Words seem immortal and have the power to change generations and nations years after one is gone.

Despite Norma’s birth in Louisiana, move to Texas, abandonment by her father, divorce of her parents, troubles in boarding school, theft, time as a ward of the state, rape, marriage at age 16, divorce, drinking and drug problems, lesbianism, loss of her three children to adoption and manipulation by ambitious lawyers, she surfaced by God’s grace to embrace a faith that set the course of her mission.
It seems that even if a worthwhile mission falls short that there are others who will pick up the cause and stand on our shoulders to advance truth and grace further.

Once upon a time my friend’s grandmother stood as a broken human being and stared at the chart of a developing baby. Her eyes were opened to realize that God had a mission to populate his world with boys and girls made in his own image. She recognized that no one, not her, not her lawyers, not even Supreme Court judges had the authority to dethrone God’s mission of populating heaven with those he loved.

I haven’t had coffee and scones with my friend for the past two years. She’s been busy walking in her grandmother’s footsteps setting her own mission to save the unborn.

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