My sister, Rebecca Ann Baker, took her own life in December of last year, just one week shy of her forty-second birthday. Diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, Rebecca’s condition had gotten much worse after a failed relationship in January, 2008. Rebecca fought a valiant fight, but succumbed to her own depression and addictions at the end.
I’m presenting her to you, dear readers, as a victim of abortion. Why? Because of the guilt that weighed upon her tender soul, year upon year, for the two abortions she had had and that she later regretted with every fiber of her being. Raised in a devoutly Christian home, Rebecca’s sensitive conscience could not erase the evil she had committed. The devil, may almighty God curse him forever, manipulated her guilt until she could only see one solution to her anguish and pain: ending her earthly life.
So, when I read articles like this in The New York Times, particularly about callous statesmen and lawmakers, abortion center workers, and yes even patients, the latter of whom are so obsessed about, pardon me, relieving themselves of their “burden” that they fail to conceive of the emotional and spiritual consequences of their “right to choose,” I am filled with righteous anger, which I attempt to relieve through the study of God’s Word and prayer, and with an occasional blog post.
It makes me freakin’ crazy. Dear sisters, wake up!
God rest your tender soul, dear Rebecca. The Lord has taken away your sadness and your pain. And may God in His mercy, through peaceful protest and rational conversation persuade those considering abortion not just with the horrors of what abortion truly is, but also with the glories and the joys of the most precious gift of life. Amen.
My heart goes out to your family and your sister. I hope my children and sisters are spared this tragedy.