Matt Barber, the man who only thinks about hot, sweaty man-on-man sex with thighs like pistons that can pump all night, writes an lovely open letter to women who have had an abortion:
Know this about your choice: Yes, you are still a mother. Yes, you have killed your child… you purchased a bouquet of lies awash in the foul stench of death. You were told that for a few hundred dollars you could buy freedom, only to be bound by a horrible thing that, in this life, cannot be undone… Your blood-covered hands can be washed clean by the blood-covered hands of Christ the Savior.
He’s so very loving. But then Barber tells us about his own abortion:
I’m the father of five beautiful children, three of whom are with me and two of whom are in heaven. My wife and I lost our first child together in miscarriage; but long before that, my first child died at the hands of an abortionist…
“My mom thought it was right for me to tell you,” she said, “that I had an abortion and the kid was yours.”
Her mom sat in the car behind her glaring at me. I’ll never forget the expression on her face. It was a jarring blend of contempt, anger and pain…
I mourn the loss of my first child. I can’t know for sure, but I’ve always envisioned a girl. Today, she’d be about 27. Perhaps I’d be a grandfather by now.
So you see, it’s all about Matt. It is always all about Matt.
Abortion kills God’s children and hurts women and men alike. Your child has an earthly father, too, regardless of whether he took responsibility.
Abortion makes men fathers of dead sons and daughters.
Oh. Correction: it is about men.