I can’t march tomorrow in Washington. In fact, this post is about all I can do to participate in the March for Life.
I’ve talked many times about abortion over the years. No one can be in any doubt of where I stand.
I’ve cried for the victims: not only the babies lost but the agony of the souls who participated.
I’ve stood on the street holding a sign.
I’ve begged individual women to carry their babies and let me raise them.
I’ve tried to educate others.
I’ve tried to break through the cognitive dissonance.
I’ve shown photographs of my own sweet sons.
I am raising my own children to believe that we are all created in the image and likeness of God. To believe that life is a blessing. They’ve seen and held their little brothers. They will never forget those tiny fingers and toes.