I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news that abortion was now legal. It was 1973, and I was a senior in high school. The entire student body was seated in the auditorium for a school function when they announced over the intercom that the U.S. Supreme Court had just legalized abortion.
I am a firm believer in sharing the prolife message in simple ways … bumper stickers, checks, e-mail signature lines, and T-shirts. I am not, however, particularly comfortable in all situations wearing a prolife message emblazoned on my body.
It has been a challenging start to 2021. The prolife movement no longer has a friend in the White House. Governor Whitmer’s ever-changing edicts make gatherings difficult. Even the March for Life in Washington, DC, was canceled.
When I was in elementary school, before abortion was legal, our class went on a field trip to the public museum. I don’t remember much about the displays we saw except for the jars that contained babies before they were born.
The circumstances facing us throughout 2020 have certainly been unique. Concerns over coronavirus have led to the forced closure of businesses, schools educating virtually, and stay-at-home orders that quarantined all people not deemed essential.
Anyone who has stood outside of an abortion clinic to pray or counsel knows the feeling of gratitude when a mother chooses life. We offer her gifts; anything she needs. We assure her we have people ready to help. She cries tears of joy; makes known her obvious relief.
I looked up from the muddy grass in front of my feet and my enemy caught my gaze. I shot a determined stare at the building before me as rainwater trickled into my green eyes. It was small; only one story. Its newly painted cream walls had an unthreatening, almost benevolent aroma.
In 1973, the Roe v. Wade court case resulted in the legalization of abortion in this country. Some people thought that since it was legal that made it okay. At that time, nobody had any idea how many abortions would occur. Now, 47 years later, more than 60 million babies have been aborted.
I am the mother of four children, and I have a deep commitment to and love for our schools. I have had nights when I was unable to sleep thinking about how important it is to teach young people about the sanctity of human life.
On a beautiful spring day, I was wearing a prolife T-shirt emblazoned with the words “I protect babies. What’s your superpower?” As I was walking down the sidewalk, a young lady raced past me. Then she stopped, turned, and asked me what my T-shirt meant.