spirit of adoption

Many of you out there know that I am adopted. Maybe you've read my previous blogs on the spirit of adoption (if not, read Some Day I'm Still an [Adopted] Prodigal,), or maybe you know me personally and have heard my story.

When it comes to my blogging on MY adoption, I stay pretty vague on the subject for a couple reasons. One of which is, though I've never personally met my biological mother, she has commented on this blog post before. I can't describe how strange it is to receive an email from someone you are biologically and genetically connected to, emotionally confused by, and relationally distant from. That's the thing about the internet: I am suddenly very easy to find. My thoughts are laid bare in an online journal that any Google search can uncover. AND I don't really know who's reading. Maybe it's a sibling I don't know about, or don't know about me! It could be the biological father or aunts and uncles, or maybe my mom who has become quite proficient on Facebook these days; the list goes on.

When I talked to my boss and fellow blogger, Randy Bohlender about writing about his recent adoption of infant twin girls, I thought it would be a piece of cake. Sit down, write about my story and the significance of adoption, link to his blog to hear their story, tada. Well, I've been mulling on it for a week, and still no post.

I live in a community that boldly champions the sanctity of LIFE, and I unashamedly believe that human life, whether the product of rape, unplanned and unwanted pregnancy, or the possibility of handicap, is to be protected, sheltered and loved. I vehemently oppose abortion and stare straight into the face of a "woman's right to choose" and political ideologies. My own life hung delicately in the balance, and I could have so easily become one of the 40+ million babies sacrificed on abortion's altar of convenience. Would someone look me in the eye and tell me I should have been aborted?

But a "press statement" just isn't enough. It's not enough for us to simply say that we don't agree with abortion, we have to do something about it, something more than a protest or picket line.

I have been able to join with Lou Engle and his ministry, TheCall which champions the raising up of an adoption movement to face this giant called "Abortion." Everywhere TheCall Gatherings have gone, adoptions have followed. People like John and Tracy Loux, Randy and Kelsey Bohlender, Steven and Kristi Cooper, and dozens more in my own neighborhood putting action to opinion and providing a loving home for babies that could otherwise face abortion or the foster care system.

In rereading this little note, I guess this stuff all needs to be said, but I still kinda feel like it's "weak sauce" in really sharing my heart about this. I'm going to take a break to go on a little autumn excursion, and write more later...