Archive for August, 2016

Resisting the Replay

Wednesday, August 24th, 2016

by Patti Smith – Regional Coordinator for San Diego, CA

We are all sinners; we are human, after all. Turning back the hands of time to reverse our words or actions is impossible.  All we can do is make amends and ask for forgiveness.  That’s all well and good; however, how many times do we receive forgiveness from God and others yet still wallow in guilt by recounting the transgressions in our minds?  Why is it so easy to give forgiveness than to accept?

Being an overachiever in the mistake department, I struggled with that acceptance for many years.  Why?  Because I could not forgive myself.  No matter how hard I tried to move on, I continued to browbeat myself unmercifully … avoiding, out of shame, the person(s) harmed and isolating from God … feeling unworthy to be in His presence.

Now, whenever tempted to dwell on past transgressions, I play a little mind game.  I picture Satan with a DVD of my failings.  He’s cackling and sneering while continually hitting the replay button …  an evil attempt to imprison me in guilt and remorse, separating me from loved ones and distancing me from God.  Seeing that image puts everything in perspective and puts a smile on my face. I’m able to laugh and say,  “You’re playing a blank disk, Satan … God already hit the delete button.”

 Then I declared my sin to you; my guilt I did not hide.
I said, “I confess my transgression to the LORD,” and you
 took away the guilt of my sin.
(Psalm 32:5)

For more of Patti’s writings, visit her blog.

After Abortion Regret: The Hypocritical Eulogy?

Monday, August 8th, 2016

by Patti Smith – Regional Coordinator for San Diego, CA

 

Next month, I will be speaking at a memorial service for the unborn as part of the National Day of Remembrance for Aborted Children.

Although not a stranger to public speaking, this event will be heart-wrenching because I’m, in essence, giving a eulogy for Matthew and Sarah, my two aborted children.  How does one find the words?  It’s not like a eulogy for a child who passed away from an accident or illness.  My children are gone because of me.

It is times like this when “stinking thinking” starts.  I recall how Abraham Lincoln described hypocrisy – “A man who kills both parents then asks for mercy because he’s an orphan.” Once again fear rears its ugly head, causing me to worry the audience will be thinking along the same lines as Mr. Lincoln.

Then I start to smile…yes, smile.  I remember that through the grace of God, the person allowing Sarah and Matthew’s death no longer exists. I remember the verse repeated so often while attending a healing retreat, 1 John 1: 9, “If we acknowledge our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive our sins and cleanse us from every wrongdoing,” and I need to remember “Be determined and confident. Do not be afraid of them. Your God, the Lord himself, will be with you. He will not fail you or abandon you.” Deuteronomy 31:6

Through God’s mercy, I was given another chance, and it would only be hypocritical if I squandered that chance … which is why I will be speaking. To honor not just my babies, but all lost to abortion.  To ask everyone to lift their voices to Heaven, proclaiming these precious angels matter and are loved, and commit ourselves to do all we can to end the culture of death in our society.

For more of Patti’s writings, visit her blog.

What Happens When People Share Their Abortion Stories

Thursday, August 4th, 2016

By: Cullen Herout – Cullen is a licensed mental health practitioner and a pro-life writer. He has been working with Rachel’s Vineyard for more than five years.

 
In April 2011, I began working with the post-abortion ministry Rachel’s Vineyard. The ministry hosts weekend retreats for men and women who have chosen or been a part of an abortion. Over the years I have witnessed many amazing transformations in the lives of retreatants. Not only that, I have learned an incredible amount about faith, forgiveness, and the pain that abortion can cause in a person’s life.

The retreat weekends have a unique way of helping men and women come to know forgiveness and experience the loving acceptance of others who have also chosen to abort their children. The weekends offer a safe, non-judgmental, non-politicized environment for post-abortive persons to tell their stories, examine how abortion has affected their lives, and be heard.

But what makes the weekends so effective at bringing about healing and peace in a person’s life? Perhaps the secret lies in the importance of storytelling.

An old saying suggests that what we cannot put into words we cannot put to rest. In other words, without the ability to verbalize something negative that’s happened to us, without the ability to process and make sense of it, it will continue to reside in the emotional part of our brains, unprocessed and continuing to wreak havoc on our emotional functioning. It continues to be experienced through the emotional center of the brain, and memories, reminders, or flashbacks to the event can trigger acute emotional responses. These acute responses oftentimes persist until the person has made sense of the emotional, or perhaps even traumatic, event.

So Many Obstacles to Opening Up

I cannot count how many times on a retreat weekend I have heard “I’ve never shared my abortion story with anyone,” or “Nobody has ever asked me to tell my story,” or worse, “Nobody has ever cared or even bothered to ask me about my abortion.” Many times, the retreatants have never had or been given an opportunity to talk about their abortion experience. The emotional or physical pain they experience after an abortion often is ignored or misdiagnosed.

As Theresa Burke points out in her book “Forbidden Grief,” this is due to two factors. One, emotional or physical pain experienced immediately after an abortion is often neglected or labeled “normal aftermath.” When people express this pain, it often meets “Oh, that’s normal, you’ll get over that.” Men and women met with this response are certainly more likely to bury the negative emotions they may experience as the time goes on after the abortion.

On the other hand, when longer-term emotional pain or regret surface, they often meet confusion or disdain. If the person does muster up the courage to tell someone or ask for help, questions such as “Why are you still thinking about that?” or “You still haven’t let that go?” are often the response. Rarely is the man or woman given a chance to discuss the experience, and even more rarely given a chance to express the surrounding grief or other emotions.

Both of these responses reinforce the notion that abortion stories are better left untold. Post-abortive men and women are often made to feel as though they are harboring some sort of pathology due to post-abortive grief and regret. Thoughts such as “Maybe there is something wrong with me if I’m still suffering” can permeate a person’s thoughts. Even further still, the political rhetoric that says abortion is a personal decision can also silence those men and women who are suffering alone.

The Power of Unlocking Our Deepest Secrets

On that last note, our modern liberal culture has a particularly harsh way of silencing those who dissent from popular groupthink or opinion. The notion that abortion can, in some cases, bring intense emotional suffering, regret, shame, and grief counters the liberal narrative that abortion is a harmless, mundane medical procedure. As such, post-abortion suffering gets no attention from a liberal-oriented mainstream media. When was the last time you saw a movie or TV show about a woman grieving her aborted child, or regretting her decision? As such, those men and women who are suffering after an abortion often feel isolated and made to think they have nowhere to turn.

So when the women and men on the retreat are finally given a chance to tell their stories, it is often an extremely cathartic event. Having had the privilege of hearing so many stories, it is amazing to me the way that years, sometimes decades, of pain can come flooding out in a period of 15 or 20 minutes. Many times, the men and women are surprised by the details they can suddenly remember. Other times, they are amazed at what a relief it is to allow the emotions to come flooding out.

Almost always, through telling their story, they are surprised to find a personal core belief underneath all the pain and emotion. These core beliefs can take many forms, depending on the person’s underlying thoughts and feelings toward the abortion experience and his or her baby. Some examples of core beliefs include “I miss my baby,” “I am really angry at so and so,” or “I felt so alone.” The most common core belief is “I wish someone would have helped me make a different decision.” This particular belief speaks to the pain caused by isolating oneself either during or after the abortion experience. In all, unlocking these beliefs is an extremely powerful moment in the healing process.

I Need to Understand Why I Did That

When the men and women tell their stories on the weekend, we invite them to put the abortion story into the context of their lives. How old were they? What was their family like? Did they have any support? Whose advice did they take? These are all important considerations, and inviting the men and women to think about these questions can be extremely helpful.

On a practical note, this makes perfect sense. Our choices, good and bad, don’t happen in a vacuum. If I look back on all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, I begin to notice the various influences at play. Perhaps I listened to people I shouldn’t have and ignored the people I should’ve listened to. Perhaps I had no support, I was flying through life with nowhere to turn when things became difficult. This isn’t meant to minimize my mistakes, but rather help me to understand how I made the choices I did.

The same can be said of those who have chosen abortion. Helping them to understand the various influences at play during the time of their pregnancy and abortion can help them to make sense of the choice they made. Again, the purpose isn’t to minimize the action chosen, but rather to help them understand the choice and begin the process of healing.

The First Step of Self-Integration

Storytelling can also be very powerful because it gives a voice to those parts of our lives that we have previously been unable to voice. Any psychologist or mental health professional will tell us we are emotionally healthiest when we have integrated all parts of ourselves into the whole. We all have parts of ourselves we like, parts we don’t like, past events we wish we could erase, and so on. When we deny, feel ashamed of, or otherwise ignore certain parts of ourselves, we prohibit those parts from integrating with the rest of our whole selves. As a result, we remain emotionally unhealthy until we accept those parts of ourselves and allow them to become part of the whole.

Storytelling is key to integrating all parts of ourselves. For the post-abortive men and women who come on the retreats, it allows them to verbalize parts of themselves that they oftentimes have ignored or are otherwise embarrassed or ashamed to acknowledge. The abortion experience has frequently been cast away to the far corners of their minds and ignored, even suppressed for long periods of time. It’s one they don’t care or are afraid to acknowledge. The opportunity to tell their stories can, in many cases, help them accept that part of themselves and move toward integration.

This explains the transformations that I’ve seen on these retreats. This is the laborious first step of self-integration that happens when individuals confront and make sense of the deepest parts of themselves they have previously been unable to confront or make sense of. I’ve seen individuals show up on Friday afternoon jaded, angry, harboring resentments, and leave on Sunday afternoon with a newfound peace. I’ve seen depression turn to joy, grief turn to gratitude, and regret turn to acceptance. Many different parts of the retreat contribute to these transformations, but the storytelling aspect is at its core.

The ability to tell one’s story is an indispensable part of emotional health. It is life-giving, and when we deprive others of the ability to tell their stories, whatever that story might be, we deprive them of the opportunity to share a part of themselves with us.

Conversely, when we allow people to tell their stories, we are facilitating healing and increased emotional health. When we allow post-abortive men and women to tell their stories, not only are we able to see the pain and turmoil abortion causes, but we also help them move to a place of healing, forgiveness, and recovery.

 

This article originally appeared in The Federalist.

The Treasured Pearl

Thursday, August 4th, 2016

by Nancy Belzile, Regional Coordinator for Northern New York

 

God is ever present, bringing us consolations at the most unexpected time. It wasn’t until a short time ago that I started thinking about my children lost from abortion. I mean actually pondering what they looked like, what their personalities were like–would they have been tall or what color would have been their hair or eyes?

 
Sometimes, it is uncomfortable talking and thinking about them so much and not my earthly children. I love them all equally, all five of them.  I am sure that God will place it on my heart to blog on each of them as time goes on.

 
It is reality that my children exist. It is reality that they are in heaven with Jesus. It is a reality that we love each other very much.

 
Considering my three earthly children, considering the genes brought forth from their father and myself, I can contemplate that my son Matthew would have been tall, dark, and handsome, probably have hazel/blue eyes. He would have been a loving and kind man. God only knows what could have been. The thought of meeting them one day brings me so much hope! So with that, these were the consolations given to me today, as I prepared for Mass in communion with all the saints, including my two children living with Jesus.

 
For you, Matthew Carmel ~ love you forever ~ mommy

For Where There Are Two

Thursday, August 4th, 2016

by Nancy Belzile, Regional Coordinator for Northern New York

It was over 30 years before I was able to acknowledge and provide a visible memorial for my children lost from abortion. During my weekend   memorial-9-14-13retreat with Rachel’s Vineyard in Fall 2007, my children were named Matthew & Elizabeth. An important step in the process of healing is bringing humanity to the child and naming them.  It is always a challenge when people ask me, “How many children do you have?” I often respond, 3, but I really mean 5. Yes, Amen, I have 5 beautiful God-given children.

In 2013, Pro-life Action League along with Priests for Life co-sponsored the first annual National Day of Remembrance for Aborted Children. And, with that, God took me on a new journey to visually memorialize my children.natl-day-of-remembrance-2014

When Fall 2014 came, God placed it on my heart to have a sunrise service. Not many people came, and we didn’t have a priest to lead, but we did it anyway. The little tea lights glittered in the darkness as the sunrise peeked through the trees.

In 2015, my children were given their middle names: Matthew Carmel and Elizabeth Rose.  That September was extremely painful and difficult, emotionally and spiritually. I was ready to cancel the National Daynational-day-of-prayer-2015 of Prayerful Remembrance.  I reached out to many for prayer and support.

After receiving an outpouring of love it was placed on my heart that the only way I could make it to this day was to make a memorial for Matthew Carmel and Elizabeth Rose. And so I gathered some of the items collected from the past: the certificate of life provided from the Shrine of the Holy Innocents in Manhattan, where their names are written in the Book of Life, a pink and blue Rosary from the Divine Mercy Shrine given to me from my friend Margaret, the Baptism Candle and Lace Angel from the RV Retreat.  I added the butterflies, crosses, bouquets of flowers, and baby booties for a better symbolic treasure of the love I desire to express for them.