When it comes to adoption, I’m incredibly biased. Although I was conceived in rape, my birthmom chose to be stronger than her circumstances. She rejected the further violence of abortion, and gave me life and the gift of adoption. I grew up in a family of fifteen; nine of my twelve other siblings were also adopted. We were all loved like crazy by prolifers who are always absurdly accused of not caring for children after they’re born.
Only in the world of abortion activism is violently induced death considered healthcare. Fake feminism has led millions to believe that justice is when the strong prevail over the weak. Pro-abortion politicians claim to fight for equality, but only promote enmity between two human beings that are biologically designed to be connected—mother and child.
What is it about truth that sends people scrambling to their “safe” (dishonest) spaces? Online, in schools, in entertainment, in news media, there is such a visceral aversion to the truth. Even among fellow Christians, who claim that the truth sets us free, the resistance to inarguable facts is often met with misapplied defenses of grace and non-judgement.
So if you repeat the exact same propaganda as Planned Parenthood, are you really #prolife?
Sometimes children need to be separated from their families.
It definitely didn’t turn out exactly the way I had expected. But I’m still grateful for it all. Adversity is incredibly illuminating. I was invited to share my story of adoption at Vicksburg High School, a public school, in Michigan. I submitted an outline for the ‘Life Has Purpose’ presentation and the principal of the school, Keevin O’Neill, approved it without any changes.
Public schools need more truth, not less.
Politifact sounds unbiased and sooooo journalistic.
Women’s History Month. I’m all for it. We should celebrate anyone (like these fearless women) who has helped to positively shape the greatest nation on earth. And yes, my American exceptionalism bias will always show.