- Most women would want an abortion in case of rape
- Women who are raped would be better off getting an abortion
- The child isn't worth having
"The ones who have the child express that there is something very healing about having something beautiful come out of something really awful. The ones who abort say it was far more difficult to overcome the abortion than it was the rape."Married and mother of 5 (2 adopted), Rebecca Kiessling travels all over the world to speak on behalf of the unborn, especially those conceived in rape.
Interview with Rebecca Kiessling on August 3, 2010
"Cursed be anyone who deprives the alien, the orphan, and the widow of justice." All the people shall say, "Amen!" ~ Deuteronomy 27:19 (NRSV)
I call heaven and earth to witness against you today that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Choose life so that you and your descendants may live, . . . Deuteronomy 30:19 (NRSV)
O LORD, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
You hem me in--behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you. ~ Psalm 139 (NRSV)