As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m reflecting on some of the work I’ve done for the pro-life movement. I’m reviewing the hundreds of letters and commentaries I’ve written over the course of the last several years. As I’ve said before; when I go back and read pieces I wrote a couple years ago, it’s like I’m reading them for the first time.
I honestly don’t remember writing the following piece 2 years ago, but I could change the date, and nothing has changed. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. Maybe it’s because I continue to think about the innocent victims of our abortion culture every hour of every day. I’m convinced that when the practice of abortion ends, the horrible visions that haunt me will end as well. Until then, I’ll continue to search for my place in the Master Plan.
Call it God, call it Universal Intelligence, call it whatever you want. An organizing force or being beyond our comprehension set each of our lives into motion. This organizing force or being that I choose to call God granted each of us His animating spark of life for reasons known only to Him. The free will we were granted, along with the gift of life, allows us to choose the direction we take for the days we’ve been given. If we listen closely to the infallible inner voice that resides deep within each of us, we will find our purpose and devote ourselves to our role in His master plan. It takes longer for some of us than others to discover our role. Some of us never do. I was well into my fifties before I realized that my calling in this life was to protect children and to end…
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