A mother walked towards the throng of excited pro-choice activists. There were hundreds, if not thousands of signs present, but her son was not interested in any of them. His curiousity was fixed on the banner that Chris Slattery and I held. It was a simple banner, reading, "Vote Pro-Life," with an American Flag unfurled in the background. The boy pulled his mother towards the banner, inquiring as to the meaning of the sign. As she dragged him away, his face showed that his curiousity had not been satisfied. His mother had bought the lies peddled by the abortion industry, and he was probably fortunate enough to be the wanted, planned child.
My heart was broken for this child. I prayed that he would not buy the lies that surrounded him at this Planned Parenthood rally- not now, not ever. He was old enough to read. Without making a sound, every ounce of my being cried out, "Put the morphemes together, kid! Ask the tough questions! Don't stop seeking the truth!" I prayed that he would be able to understand the most basic meaning of the term, "Pro-Life," and that he would question why his mother was not at all interested in being "in favor of life."
Kid, may God lead you, and keep you questioning until you glorify your Creator, and lead your mother to an understanding of the truth as well. From the moment of conception, before the pregnancy test could even detect your presence, you were made in the image of God.
Ignore the crowds, kid. Seek God.
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