Loving Day (a sequel)

If you read them too fast, those first words might seem trivial: "If my mother and father never got together, I would never have been born. And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now."

But an excellent post on  got me thinking about how grateful I am for my parents and why I am pro-life. 

If my mother and father never got together or, once getting together, killed my fetal body, I would never have been born. And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now.

If my mother and father never got together or, once getting together, opted to freeze my embryonic body. And, then, after a time, decided it could be useful to the science of stem cell research, I would never have been born. And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now.

If my mother and father never got together or, in the act of getting together, closed themselves to the possibility of new life with a contraceptive technology, I would never have been born. And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now.

If my mother and father never got together, but instead directed their affections elsewhere — he towards another man, she towards another woman, or each of them, in solitude, towards their own bodies — I would never have been born. And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now.

If my mother and father never got together, but instead sold their sperm and eggs to a fertility clinic, I might never have been born (or if born, I would not know my parents). And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now.

If my mother and father got together — but only to hook up — and I was born, I would never have known the peace in a family that comes when its formation was foreseen. And this blog wouldn’t exist, and you’d be reading air right now.

Today, it seems preposterous that racists prevented my great-great grandmother and my great-great grandfather (both slaves) from coming together freely and without reservation to give themselves to each other in marriage, to love and honor each other as man and wife for the rest of their lives, and to accept children lovingly.

As a product of this human loving, Loving Day has a special place of importance and meaning in my heart too. God is Love. There are no caveats.

Peace and love.

Jonathan