There have been many outraged responses to the videos showing Planned Parenthood officials discussing how they provide aborted fetal organs for research. While those responses may be justified, I was particularly impressed by what Sarah Bessey wrote recently on her popular blog.
A tired trope, isn’t it? a voice for the voiceless. The problem with this is, of course, that so few people are actually voiceless. The problem isn’t their “voicelessness,” it is that we are not listening. We don’t value their voices and so we do not listen.
I have never liked the phrase. Few people need us to be a “voice for the voiceless.” Instead I believe it’s more powerful to elevate and amplify the voices from the margins, from the ones we overlook and pass over, to say that everyone is worth listening to and that – regardless of race, socio-economic status, geography, ability and so on – people get to own their own stories.
There is one notable exception though: the unborn, the babies still in the womb of their mother, they have no voice. These are truly the voiceless.
So I’ll use mine for them without apology.
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Sarah Bessey lives with her husband and four children in the Fraser Valley. Following is (part of) her self-description on her website:
I wrote a little yellow book called Jesus Feminist (Howard Books). It’s not really a book about Christian feminist theory. I see it as a book about the Kingdom of God, and what life looks like when you live into the “other side” of so many of our missing-the-point gender debates in the Church. My new book is called Out of Sorts (also with Howard Books) and it’s about making peace with an evolving faith. It will be out in November 2015.
I am one of those happy-clappy Jesus followers with stars in her eyes. I’m a Kingdom of God focused woman, postmodern, liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal in matters of both religion and politics (not an easy task, I assure you), a social justice wanna-be trying to do some good, and a nondenominational charismatic recovering know-it-all slowly falling back in love with the Church. . . .
I write about the intersections of a spirit-filled life: About my own faith and spirituality, about what love looks like for us, my mothering, ecclesiology, theology, women’s issues, social justice, my own struggling journey, politics and, well, pretty much everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company.