I am unashamedly pro-life. I believe in the sanctity of human life, that all life is precious and should be protected. I believe that “a person’s a person, no matter how small” to quote Dr. Seuss. I believe being pro-life most definitely means more than just being against abortion. It also means treating the elderly with dignity, showing respect to those that hold differing opinions from mine, fighting to end racism, welcoming refugees and caring for orphans.
I believe in connecting people to support systems where they can be loved on and provided for in times of need. I believe that all people were created in the image of a personal, loving God. Despite all our short comings, selfish tendencies and flat out evil intentions, our God forgives and showers us in grace. Because I have been covered in grace by such a loving Father, I am compelled to follow Him when He asks me to forgive, show compassion and treat others as I would like to be treated.
I stand under conviction that this issue of life, is a really big deal. On one hand, it is so very important to be black and white, but it’s not a simple issue. There are lots of people involved in this, and too often, the people on my side of the divide have acted like idiots. Too often, the people fighting for the rights of the unborn, are too willing to trample over any lives standing in their way.
And here’s the thing…
Every time I read a pro-life argument on facebook, or feel the need to share my personal opinion in response to a pro-choice statement in my news feed…
I see Monica’s face.
My heart breaks for the millions of tiny lives lost under the protection of our laws here in America. I am filled with anger at the calloused, cold hearted remarks that are thrown around in the name of freedom.
But before I click “repost” on that article, I think of Monica and the other women that might see it show up in their feed. Some of my friends are pro-choice, some of my friends have had abortions.
I hesitate, and more often than not, I don’t post the article.
I have determined to proceed with caution, and let Monica’s story speak in ways mine cannot.
Monica very graciously and bravely agreed to let me film her story.
Please share this story with someone you know who needs to be showered in grace and love today.