Photography by D. Plasman
Today, I made a solitary march to the local Planned Parenthood clinic. It was a short hike of only three blocks from our house in Grand Rapids. I felt a strong obligation to do something. Knowing how I felt, I wasn’t sure what was going to come out of my mouth. I’m disgusted. I find it all quite unbelievable. Like many people I know, I feel our country has untethered itself from what was once sensible, sane, and civil moorings. Frankly, I’m fast reaching the “fed up” point over the stir surrounding this organization.
Not knowing what else to do, I walked to my Planned Parenthood neighbors and introduced myself. I assured them I didn’t have an appointment and wasn’t there to receive any of their array of services (a long, long list which includes safe and legal abortions). Instead, I simply said, “I’d like to make an overdue donation. Please accept this $100 check from my wife and me.”
Saying no more, I left. On the walk back home, I recalled the signs in the Planned Parenthood office informing all patients that this organization accepts Medicaid and is willing to bill on a sliding scale of need. I wonder how many other medical facilities in our country do the same?
Many scriptural snippets came to mind before I reached home. The Hebrew poet lingered with me the longest: “God lifts the poor from the dirt, and takes the helpless from the ashes” (Ps. 113:7). Though Planned Parenthood doesn’t say it quite like that, they exist for the same purpose.
A shout out to candidate Carly and her colleagues: “You pretty much got it wrong, and it appears you lied about the video, to boot.”