Rallying for life...

This past Sunday we joined a peaceful rally for life.  It was a very cold, windy day.  We held signs with statements of truth, such as, “Abortion hurts women.”  I glanced up and down our long line of life supporters and couldn’t miss that “certain something” in their eyes.  It is a gentleness that simply can’t be missed in the eyes of those who Love the Lord and value all of human life as created by Him.  Some passers by waved and honked their horns in agreement with us.  Others shouted angry insults, shook fists at us, and made crude gestures.  One man even shouted, “You people are a pain in the a**,” to which my husband leaned over to me and replied, “Better than being a pain in the womb.”  Those angry and insulting did not cause any wavering in the hearts of those holding signs and we did not become angry in return.  I looked at the hardness on the faces of those opposing the God-given right to life and marveled that anyone could possibly be against us for protecting the sanctity of human life.  I especially consider that we would be the ones rallying for their right to live if their own turned upon them denying them that right to life.  The reality that there are so many in our world who would say they have the right to choose who gets to live and who does not is very disturbing to me.  If that supposed “right” were turned upon them, they would fight with the same vigor for their own right to live as that with which they fight to destroy others' rights to life.   

We later gathered at the local Care Net Pregnancy Center to give the center our support for what they do in our community to protect human life.  Here, stories were shared; stories like my own and some even far more harrowing.   

I confess that thirty years ago I did not think we would have to work so hard and so long for something as absolutely basic as others rights to live.  In fact, when I heard the words, “fighting for life,” it was always in the context of someone whose life was hanging in the balance due to accident or illness and the medical profession was doing all they could to save that life.  It wasn’t until I was sixteen and pregnant that I realized that not only were there people out there who thought nothing of killing the unborn, elderly, and infirm; but they also saw themselves as the authoritative voice on the matter, as they do now. 

This will be a life-long work…may we be found persevering when He comes.