I had a strange thing happen recently. I am not really sure why, but I felt called to look up the person who aborted my baby at 16 weeks. To this day I can still see his face as he walked into the hospital room to inject me with saline. At the time I had no idea the development of my baby or what was about to happen. It was a trauma I live with to this day. He was an ob-gyn in Rye, NY and from what I can tell a pillar of the community. I was certain he had probably died by now as my abortion was over 50 years ago.
This is what I found:
Robert Mallory, III, a gynecologist and obstetrician from Rye, New York, was known for his collection and extensive knowledge of early American pewter. He loaned parts of his collection for exhibits and gave many illustrated lectures, speaking to audiences at Colonial Williamsburg, the Henry Ford Museum, and the Greenwich Historical Society, among other places. As well, he wrote articles for the Pewter Collectors Club of America (of which he was a member, serving as president for a time) and for the magazine Art in America.
I found it striking that the piece that was shown in my search in relation to his collection was a pewter chalice.
My first thought was, this respected member of the community performed second trimester abortions at the local hospital, and I wondered how many people actually knew that. My second thought was, "I wonder how many chalices we would need to hold the blood of the innocent unborn babies he aborted." But then, something happened to me...I felt a strong sense of God asking me to pray for his soul, and I was reminded that the blood of Jesus poured out in the chalice was poured out for him as well.
Abortion is a terrible scourge on our world. When I had my youngest son I was going to an OB-GYN I loved, then I found out he did early abortions in his office. I was devastated. I called him up and went to speak to him. He truly believed he was helping women. Not that it ever makes it ok, it is never ok, but he saw it as a service he had to provide for his patients. Needless to say I never went back.
It is easy to forget to pray for those who have hurt us. To name people by name, for although I pray for the conversion of abortionists, I had never mentioned Dr Mallory by name in my prayers. I am trying to do that now.
A reminder that we all need the blood of Christ poured out for us for the forgiveness of our sins. I pray he repented before his death, in the meantime I plan to remember him in my prayers.
Lord Jesus, Cover us with your blood and have mercy on us all.
