In a post called What do you do about bumperstickers?, a blogger expresses her frustration at being confronted in traffic with this sticker:
I do feel for her predicament but not in the way she argues her point:
initially i just felt my heart racing and i got so angry, the adrenline rushing to my brain and images flashing of punching the driver while yelling at him about his ignorance and sense of entitlement…
i certainly don’t regret abortion, i am thankful i was able to make that choice. i am sick of being told i should be ashamed of it, or regret it, or how to feel about it by people in the street with grotesque pictures of aborted fetuses, media pundits and now even disembodied messages in traffic.
I feel for her situation in that she has been reminded of something that she would prefer not to be. And, she was caught off guard. That would make me uncomfortable. But she was not accosted by a gruesome image, a judgment of her by others, but rather the judgment of others upon themselves. Perhaps the owner of the car regretted her own abortion or the abortion of his girlfriend. And, if the person has regretted the abortion he or she participated in, isn’t there a moral duty to warn others?
However, our blogger’s claim that she has nothing to regret, is what I find regrettable. If there is nothing to regret about abortion, then she nor anyone should have any qualms about being reminded of it. If I dont regret having eaten a chocolate sundae, then being reminded of it should be either pleasant or neutral. Only if I regret having eaten the whole thing would a bumper sticker associating the sundae with my spare tire cause me any uneasiness.
If there is nothing regrettable about abortion, one should have no problems being reminded of it. However, if reminders of it cause anger, arouse violent thoughts, etc. then perhaps this is the first sign of the regret one is working so hard to deny. That regret is the first step toward healing, which I wish for our dear blogger. Keep her in your prayers.