I pinched my finger in a door the other day, and as I let out a yelp of pain in response, simultaneously, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind that I hadn't let cross it in a long time: 'I wonder how much pain I experienced during the abortion that I survived?'
November is Adoption Awareness Month. Adoption is the option that everyone can live with–the mother, the father, the extended families, and, literally, the child.
“They were called to be his parents, and I was just blessed to be a part of it.” These were the sentiments that a birthfather shared at New Life Family Services of Minneapolis, St. Paul and Rochester, Minnesota’s recent banquet in October.
“I’m so sorry I wanted you to terminate Emeri’s life.” These words spoken by a father to his daughter at a banquet for the Hope Pregnancy Center of Boone, North Carolina, last week were so heartfelt and so brutally honest that they resonated within the hearts of everyone present, including me.
What a difference a year makes. Last year, about this time, the Washington Post wrote a “fact check” article on the Susan B. Anthony List ad that I participated in entitled, “How Will You Answer?”
Bethany Sanderson has survived 3 attempts on her life. Not in a dark alley at the hands of a robber, but in the womb of her mother – an unwed 15 year old in a remote Indian village.
Truth. Legislation. Love. When I’m asked about the most important tools that we can utilize in the pro-life movement, these make up what I see as the three-legged stool.
Prayers are answered and the time and manner in which they are, undoubtedly, are not always what we want or expect, as I talked about recently in the article about the closing of the abortion clinic where Abby Johnson worked.