Thinking for Yourself
Today was not the best day to go to the National Postal Museum. Not because of the museum(it is a wonderful Smithsonian gem that receives too little attention), but because I got caught up in the hordes of anti-abortion protesters thronging through Union Station. There were your usual clutches of clergymen and and women who'd recounted after having one. And, I certainly would never dismiss their opinion, not that I would ever dismiss anyone's opinion not to have one, but the majority of individuals there were CHILDREN. At least 80% of all those there were under the age of 18. And what could they possibly know? Do they realize that they may be spelling out their own doom? What would they do if they found themselves with an unwanted pregnancy in the future? Would they keep the baby, give it up, or abort? It's not an easy choice, but humans inevitably do what's best for themselves as an individual, and with increasing regularity, do what's easiest for them. But regardless of all that, I found it very unnerving and am rather disgusted with all of the adults who would assume these kids are mature enough to handle such an issue and then send them out into the cold to stump for a position that may not necessarily be theirs. Most of them seemed to just be glad they weren't in school and were running around yelling and shopping. I remember going to the Pro-Choice march and being very sobered about what I'd done, but then, I am an adult. The thing that I found most appalling was that a group of them were picking on a homeless person. I'm just not sure what to make of it, and if that's being a good Christian while being part of an event that's supposed to endorse positive values, you can count me out.