We the People: On the topic of Abortion

An essay & a poem by Pamela Eason

“We the People,” bestowed on us by our constitution, officially labels the collective. It brings to mind our collective – our society acting as one. “We the People” is you, and it is me. It once sounded like a stately title.

God considers this collective. I fear he considers it very seriously, but he also contemplates the very one – each one in intimate ways. Psalm 139 unveils this intimate contemplation of God. The psalm sweeps God’s omniscience over me in the most personal way and mingles it with his loving presence. God knows. God knows me. He knows me better than I know myself, and he knew me before I was even aware of me – before anyone was. Even then, way back then, when there was no other thought of me but God’s, he planned my days – everyone of them. Days that weren’t even close to the nearest tomorrow, were already written in his book.

I am a wonder and I wonder.

And when he made me, he made me wonderful. I forget this. Yes, I am a wonder and I wonder. I wonder about a lot. I wonder why I choose darkness over light. I wonder why we do.

If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you,” Psalm 139:11-12

I wonder that we think the darkness we, we the collective, have chosen will hide us from God. But “We the People” do think it. We cover ourselves with this present darkness, and we crouch under it. Our covering is not beautiful. It is not cool and silky with twinkling stars and a silvery moon. It is sticky and rough and cold, and it is ugly.

We the People

You might think he, God, would not want to look at us under this nasty cover we have chosen, but he sees us still you know. I know it too, and I am sad. I am sad for what God sees in “We the People.” I am embarrassed that “We the People” are bold and sassy about horrid things. I am sad that we are cold-hearted and cruel. I am even sadder that we think it dreadful to be covered in real beauty – you know, the beauty of the fairest of us all. Perhaps you saw it once in a mirror dimly.

But, maybe you haven’t forgotten any of this? Maybe you are different. Maybe you are not hiding in repulsive darkness. God knows. He knows everything about you. Every word yet to be spoken and every step yet to be taken. God knows.

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