I could hardly blame the pastor. He meant well. The nurse called my office and said, "Mrs. Lavo is quite upset since her minister left. Could you see her? Mrs. Lavo and I had already spent several hours talking about her upcoming therapeutic abortion. The time was not spent making a decision, however. The options seemed clear: If she had the surgery, she would live; if she did not, she would die. Our hours together had focused on the sadness and understandable yet debilitating guilt that plagued her.
After much time spent reassuring her of God's grace and the sad necessity of this surgery, I left, planning to see her the next day.
That night her minister bustled in, and after hurriedly checking out the legitimacy of the abortion, left her with the words "Well, it's a good thing this is a therapeutic abortion. Otherwise it would be murder." He left, she panicked, and I was called.
Mrs. Lavo's pastor and I share at least one thing in common: We both are sometimes more attentive to the issues ...1