I stand with them every year at the Supreme Court Steps and pray them on through their gut-wrenching testimonies. It’s overwhelming at times, the raw agony, the broken lives, the unrealized potential, the shattered dreams.
The guilt and shame.
I listen to these post-abortive women’s stories and find myself retreating into a cocoon of scientific analysis as a means of coping with the hours-long deluge of heartbreak poured out on the steps of the building where seven twisted men consigned scores of millions to their deaths.
What percentage of these women felt they had no choice (most)? What percentage were lied to by the doctors about a “blob of tissue” (most)?
I’ve spoken with some of the leaders in SNM and healing ministries, and will be working this year on gathering quantifiable data. However, here is something that can’t be quantified:
The courage, the love, the howling reproach of these mothers and fathers who rail at the lies, the distortions, the parasitism of the abortion industry that exists as a for-profit mercinary institution that had no interest in walking them through all of their options and holding out alternatives before that final, irrevocable, fear-based decision.
To say that I love and admire these people doesn’t do justice to the regard that I have for them. They speak out so that others may avoid the tragedy that inevitably follows the decision that they made. Here are two videos, with more to follow this year.