As I rapidly approach my 61st year, I’m optimistic. I can sense the abortion debate slowly swinging to the pro-life side. The House and Senate both have pro-life majorities and the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act has a real chance now to get to the President’s desk. And I can see Rand Paul’s Life at Conception Act being the death blow to Roe v Wade as soon as we have a President with the courage to serve his or her country instead of his or her party. President Obama will veto the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act and I’m optimistic that someone in the press will ask him to explain why he thinks pain-capable babies should be killed by dismemberment. I’m anxious to see how his spin machine tries to justify his veto as anything other than his willingness to sacrifice thousands of innocent children in order to placate his friends in the abortion industry.
Absent the fancy marketing and political correctness, the killing of America’s children by Planned Parenthood and its partners in the abortion business would be seen for what it is; crimes against humanity. Americans have been conditioned to accept what they are told as the truth, without questioning the motives of the ones selling them a bill of goods. Bottom-feeders, like Planned Parenthood, know they can package the brutal killing of unborn children as “reproductive health care” and that most people won’t ask what these words really mean. Most of my fellow Americans agree that the taking of an innocent life is wrong, but choose to remain at arm’s length from the abortion debate; not willing to take a public stand for every child’s Right to life.
Standing on principle and fighting to defeat evil was never meant to be easy; but it’s the right thing to do. If my work on behalf of the pro-life movement makes anyone feel uncomfortable; tough. I’m not in this to make friends. I’m in this to save lives. While I have no metrics to measure whether I’ve changed any minds or saved any lives, I’m optimistic that if I stay the course, miracles are possible. When you accept the call to save lives you start examining the course of your own life. You realize that most of the things you once considered important are anything but so. You accept on faith that sacrificing everything for what you believe in is a noble pursuit, and worth the sacrifice.
Feeling optimistic but waiting for someone else to take the actions that feed your optimism is a sure recipe for having your dreams dashed. My dream of a world where every child is allowed to to be born will only be realized through my efforts and those of millions of other like-minding people, most of whom are much better equipped for the task than I. James 2:14 says “What doth it profit, my brethren, though a man say he hath faith, and have not works? Can faith save him?” In my humble translation of this verse, if you want something to happen, get off your butt and go do something to make it happen. I invite any and all who agree with my mission to do just that.