COMMON-SENSE ANSWERS TO ARGUMENTS FOR ABORTION
by Dr. Norman L. Geisler

Abortion is the number-one killer in the United States. Five thousand die each year from cigarettes, and twenty-five thousand from drunk drivers, but in just the first ten years of legalizing abortion, the country lost fourteen million lives. All the wars in the entire history of our country have killed a total of just under 1.5 million. Yet in a single year we kill that many babies by abortion.

(Click On FAQ')

• How do we know when human life begins?
• Doesn't the mother have the right to control her own body?
• The unborn baby is not really human until it is born, right?
• Unborn babies are not conscious beings, are they?
• Doesn't every child have a right to a meaningful life?
• Isn't it better to have an aborted child than to have an abused one?
• If we don't stop overpopulation, won't we all starve?
• But isn't pro-life legislating morality?
• What about mentally retarded children?
• Why should a rape victim be forced to bear a child she did not will to have?
• People are going to have abortions anyway, so why not keep them legal?
• Isn't pro-life projecting one's morality on others?
• Isn't abortion the solution to unwanted pregnancies?
• Why allow an unwanted baby to be born?

DEEP IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

Deep in the dark of the night
While the rest of the world is asleep
While sweet children and peaceful adults with their lives in order (or they think they do)
Slumber gracefully and without fear.
I lay awake and wonder about my life
Like a spectator in a very STRANGE movie.
Reviewing my bad choices, my wrong decisions
And the tragedies I cause by them.
I ponder how much change I could have controlled
How far less damage I would have caused
If I had chosen to walk my life's road differently.
Why feelings leap to the surface of my being
But never escaped because that had been purposely hidden
Within my camouflaging and self-comforting facade.
There were years of supposed confidence and ambition
But were just empty dreams and elaborate fantasies.
Now that my life is simpler, more real I can sleep
All in the process of simplifying my life.
Fears long buried that now have surfaced
And deeds I want to do that are undone.
Family and friends that I want to rediscover that I have scattered
And repaying those who I had taken for granted
Those who are the bedrocks beneath my slumbering head.
There is healing only in claiming that what is mine is mine.
Failures, disappointments, valleys, mountains
Defeats and well as victories.
And the real courage to endure and continue on
And not look back in guilt-ridden shame anymore.
Deep in the dark of the night

RWL
November, 1996