Abortion is an issue that has been heavy on my heart. For some reason, the deaths of these children have become very real to me. Maybe our own stillborn daughter contributes to that. I know what a dead baby looks like. This is not a political issue, not a difference of doctrine or a disagreement over scientific beliefs. These are real, living children, murdered for the sake of their mothers’ “right to choose.”
Today after church we happened past the local Planned Parenthood clinic and noticed some protestors. Maybe I haven’t mentioned this before but hubby’s family and mine used to picket abortion clinics together long before we were sweethearts. He’s been heard to say we met on the picket line. We were 12 or 13 at the time, like Kaitlyn is now.
I rolled down my window so that he could yell out encouragement as we passed them. Then, much to the chagrin of certain children, we circled back and joined them. It was just like the old days for hubby and me, but this was the children’s first time.
We learned that they are currently in the midst of the 40 Days for Life 2008 fall campaign. The idea is to have people commit together to have peaceful protestors present at local clinics for 24 hours/day, 40 days in a row.
We hope to go back on Monday and/or Wednesday this week, and would love to have others in the area join us. If you can find a local campaign please consider joining in. Just an hour or two as you able can make a difference.