Despite my relatively thick skin, there is one popular phrase from the mouths of abortion promoters that always gets under my skin: a pregnancy is merely a “clump of cells.” The phrase bothers me for a few reasons.
People cannot offend me easily. I recognize that this world shows hostility to Christians, and I am happy to accept the hostility knowing how great our God is. Despite my relatively thick skin, there is one popular phrase from the mouths of abortion promoters that always gets under my skin: a pregnancy is merely a “clump of cells.” The phrase bothers me for a few reasons.
First, those who are pro-choice overuse this term. Mainstream media throw it around without truly considering it, and now the entire world uses it to strip humanity and personhood of our most vulnerable. When an unborn child is desired by the mother who is carrying it, the pregnancy contains a baby. When the unborn child is not desired by the mother who is carrying it, the pregnancy contains a clump of cells. The logic of pro-abortion people suggests that the contents of a pregnancy depend on whether or not the pregnancy is wanted. Ultimately, this phrase gets under my skin because… I was once the clump of cells.
How I Became A “Clump of Cells”
Twenty-four years ago, my mother, Amy Ford (of Embrace Grace), found herself in the back of an abortion facility preparing to undergo a surgical abortion. She was a young woman, who recently graduated high school and had no intention of being a mother yet. She grew up in a conservative, Christian household that would disapprove of her rebellious lifestyle, and she wanted to hide her pregnancy from her parents to shield herself from any consequences. Fear felt like an unstoppable force, and her fear was driving her to the abortion clinic.
While being briefed on the details of the abortion procedure, my mother became overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry. Her tears grew in intensity, to the point where she fainted from hyperventilation. She regained consciousness and woke up to nurses fanning her. One nurse looked at her and said, “you are too emotionally distraught to have this procedure today.” She left the abortion clinic that day, and by God’s grace she chose to have her baby.
Value Doesn’t Change With Age
Now, as a former “clump of cells,” I write to you on behalf of other “clumps of cells.” This is my message: there is nothing more valuable in this world than life itself. Throughout history, there have been several moments where oppressed people groups were stripped of their humanity by way of semantics. Every time this occurred, genocide was the result.
The Nazis referred to the Jews as “rats.” Likewise, the Hutus called the Tutsis “cockroaches” in the Rwandan genocide. Additionally, black slaves were considered “private property.” The pro-choice movement considers the unborn as “a clump of cells.”