My team, the Ravens, were eliminated from the playoffs last night.  I would have liked to have seen them win, but at this stage of my life I see it for what it is; it’s only a game.  Most of the things in life that set us up for stress or disappointment just aren’t that important. When we view these things from the perspective of life or death; and in the context of eternity, we’re able to see what’s truly important.  Life goes on, whether my team wins or not.  My team can be proud of the fact that they fought a good fight and that the final outcome of the game wasn’t decided until the last play.  Fighting the good fight and walking away with your head held high, knowing that you did your best, is good enough for most situations in life.  Unfortunately, the fight I’ve committed to winning is not a game, and it is a matter of life and death.

Losing my fight to end abortion is not an option.  If my efforts and those of millions of other supporters of the pro-life movement fail, unborn children will continue to be killed by the millions.  This is not a fight that we can walk away from, heads held high, satisfied that we did our best, even if we don’t win.  This is not a fight between principled warriors.  It’s a fight between those of us who revere the sanctity of every human life and those in the business of killing unborn children for nothing more than a few hundred bucks per life.  When viewed from a purely numerical perspective, the number of unborn children killed every year by America’s abortion industry is about equal to the total number of soldiers who have died in all our nation’s military conflicts since our founding.

From any perspective, the number of children killed in America since Roe v Wade is staggering; nearly 60 million.  Abortion is slowly declining, but that provides no comfort to my side or the more than 1 million unborn children who will die this year at the hands of Planned Parenthood and its cohorts in the abortion industry.  Victory for my side is no less than every unborn child being allowed to exercise its God given right to life.

My team won’t be making it to the Super Bowl this year, but they’ll persevere and they’ll be back soon.  They know that focusing on your goal and committing to doing whatever it takes to achieve it, will eventually get you there.  They view every failure as an opportunity to improve, and as taking them one step closer to reaching their goal.  My daily goal is to help end the practice of abortion, and I have faith that every day that I fail to achieve my mission brings me one step closer to completing it.  My Super Bowl is a world that welcomes its unborn children as the gifts from God that they are.  It’s a world where every life is viewed as equally important as any other, regardless of whether it has just been conceived or has long since been born.