Incendiary topics on Pentecost.

Yesterday was Pentecost Sunday, the fiftieth day past Easter. It commemorates the descent of the Holy Spirit upon the apostles and is considered by many as the “Birthday of the Church”.

It’s traditional to wear red on Pentecost Sunday. But in a small Lutheran church in Wichita, that was taken all too literally.

Yesterday AM, someone murdered Dr. George Tiller as he greeted friends and members of his congregation as they arrived for church services.

Dr. TIller was renowned throughout the United States as one of the few physicians who performed late term abortions. He and his clinic had been the targets of several attacks over the years, and were the focal point of the “Operation Rescue” demonstrations here, back in 1991.

The subject of abortion is a hot bed of controversy here in Kansas, and suffice it to say, that as a Democrat and a Catholic in a largely Republican state, I definitely hear both sides of the argument…

The subject of abortion is a hot bed of controversy here in Kansas, and suffice it to say, that as a Democrat and a Catholic in a largely Republican state, I definitely hear both sides of the argument…

Just yesterday, on his facebook account, a very good and very well educated friend of mine made a blanket generalization that all “Pro-Lifers” were murderous hypocrites. (A sentiment that even *I* may over-generalized —due to faulty memory, rather than any attempt at spin— as the post has since been deleted.)

Well, I kinda take offense at that. If you were to ask me what side of that fence I fall on, my knee jerk reaction would be that I *am* a pro-lifer, but a pragmatic one. I do believe that abortion is the taking of an innocent life. I believe it is a tragedy that should be avoided at all costs, not only because of the death of an innocent, but because of the strong emotional trauma that it puts on the would-be-mother. But I also know that there are times where it seems that such drastic measures may be necessary.

But I do not and cannot condone the cold blooded murder of a physician any more than I condone the killing of innocent children. It is an appalling and unnecessary display of violence that not only leaves family and friends mourning, but further polarizes the argument.

People are fighting for a woman to have reproductive control over her body, and calling it pro-choice. They can “choose” whether they have a baby or not. It seems that in many cases (rape and incest excepted, obviously), they had already made that choice. Using abortion as a means of birth control is frankly wrong, in my opinion.

They “chose” to have sex. They “chose” not to use protection. And as our parents taught us, and we are instilling in our children, if you are going to play grown-up games, you have to take grown-up responsibilities. No one said it was easy.

If there was a medical reason that an abortion might seem necessary — and I say “seem” (twice now) because as as parents, my wife and I have agreed we’d rather give the baby a fighting chance to live, even if it is without a mother — that is a choice as well. And no less hard.

If there is a life altering choice one has to make, pray that it’s the right one either way.

Someone “chose” to murder Dr. Tiller in cold blood. That was a choice, too: A heinous, grievous choice to be sure, and certainly not one that I or anyone I know would consider a “pro-life” one.

I suppose “pro life” and “pro choice” are misnomers in my book. I’m pro-responsibility. Responsibility for one’s own actions no matter what they are.

To Dr. Tiller’s family, friends and supporters, I am praying for you in your time of mourning. May justice be swift, and your memories be kind.

Potential parents-to-be, who have to make those tough choices, I pray that you find the strength to follow your resolve, and live a life without regret.

I may not have said all I meant to on this subject, and I’m sure that someone may call me to the carpet for something I may or may not have written. I’ll be glad to address those comments as they come in.

Thanks for listening to me ramble.