Tomorrow is the 36th anniversary of the passing of Roe v. Wade, a catastrphic decision on so many levels (politically, culturally, constitutionally, etc.). It's always a powerful event, and primarily hopeful. I walk away every year more inspiried, and more excited for the cause of life.
This year, I fear it will be very different. With the the most progressively pro-abortion president in our nation's history taking office just two days before the March for Life, I feel the crowd will be much more sober. I know I am.
Today I was clicking through a photo album I have of all the babies of my friends, and moved to tears for them--for the world they will grow up in. They are all so beautiful, and it brings me so much joy to be a part of their lives! Their lives are filled with love: the love of parents, grandparents, freinds and family. They are the ones I march for every year, and in them lies all my hope.
Can we heal the wounds of Abortion the way we've healed the wounds of slavery.
I certianly HOPE so.