Category Archives: Pro-life Commentaries
My teenage daughter is a pro-life activist but doesn’t know I have had an abortion: One woman’s journey to confessing her abortion to her children.
On January 24, 2013, my daughter Zoe addressed the crowd at the March for Life Youth Rally in DC. Bryan Kemper of Stand True Pro-Life Outreach had been mentoring her for several months and she was already set on the path of a pro-life activist. She aimed to encourage young people to stand up and join her in the fight against abortion. When she said, “because what if my mother had had an abortion?,” Bryan looked at me with a look that said, “You need to tell her NOW.” Ten months later, decompressing after an event in Lapeer, Michigan, I found myself having what had come to be a very familiar conversation. Bryan would ask me to speak at an event, I would say yes, and he would ask me to consider telling my children about my abortion. There was a point where I began to feel more bold, thinking that I was on the verge of finding the perfect moment, but that point had passed. My husband and I had already decided that we weren’t ready for that discussion. “Would you consider speaking at the March for Life alongside Alveda King?” Bryan asked. “Of course; I’d love to,” was my typical response. “Are you gonna tell your kids before January?” Nope. I was able to declare that without a doubt I absolutely would not have the courage to tell my babies that I’d aborted my first child, and I especially would not find that courage within the next two months. What are you, crazy? Just, no. “I can’t ask you to speak again until you’ve told your kids. It’s Silent No More’s policy.” I get it. I know exactly why that policy is in place. And I will take a hiatus from speaking publicly. Period. And without question. Or not. My children have always been willing to participate in pro-life activism with me. Children see the issue in the clearest and simplest terms. Abortion is killing a child. Killing a child is wrong. For years I have stood on the sidewalk pleading to mothers and fathers to reconsider their choice. Once, when he was about four, Jackson yelled, “DON’T GO TO ABORTION!” In 2012, Zoe made headlines in the pro-life news for standing up to some pro-abortion protestors at the DNC. They are staunchly and steadfastly PRO-LIFE. I could not be more proud. But I was ashamed. They didn’t know that their own mother had once been on the other side of the sidewalk. And how could I tell them? What would they think of me? What woman can tell her children that abortion is murder and murder is wrong but not in my case, because I was pro-choice then and I was young and I didn’t know what to do… So I chose to end the life of your oldest brother out of mere convenience. I knew that I had support. I had some pretty amazing people praying for me. Bryan would send a text message, “Here I Read More »
Today we celebrate freedom; we celebrate this epic ruling handed down by the Supreme Court in favor of religious freedom. SCOTUS has given us hope today as they upheld the rights of all Americans to be free from the tyranny and oppression of our government when it comes to our faith. The Obama administration tried to force Hobby Lobby to violate their conscience and faith with the HHS Mandate, an intrinsic evil that would force Americans to pay for abortion causing drugs. Hobby Lobby is victorious today, and we at Stand True and Priests for Life celebrate with them and patiently await a ruling in our case.
How Stand True got pro-life literature passed out INSIDE Planned Parenthood’s epic failure of a fundraiser.
The Stand True Mission Team arrived at the Packard Museum in Dayton, OH about an hour before the Planned Parenthood fundraiser was scheduled to begin. A local woman who we met during our outreach at the Troy Strawberry Festival joined us and brought along her husband. We were also joined by a few other local pro-lifers from Dayton. We set out immediately to chalk all the sidewalks leading to the museum with pro-life and Gospel messages. Within minutes someone from the museum came out to tell us we could not chalk near the driveways or big doors. I informed her she was wrong and invited her to call the Dayton Police. Two Dayton Police officers showed up shortly after and talked to me for a few minutes and then went in to inform the museum that we were well within our rights. They said good-bye to us and told us to have a nice evening. (Maybe the Troy, OH could take a few lessons from Dayton on free speech.) Two employees from the museum came out and approached me to ask about what we were doing. One of them had a high position, I believe. They were both heart broken that the event had been booked by the agency for the museum and told us how much they were on our side. It was obvious how devastated they were with the decision to host a Planned Parenthood event there. The older gentleman was on the verge of tearing up and asked me if I had any pro-life literature. I told him Planned Parenthood would take it away from him and he said “ They will NOT stop me from passing this out inside the museum”. I loaded him up with some literature and graphic drop cards, and he went inside. As the night progressed we set up right at the entrance to the event and showed every single person who paid $75 a ticket what their money went to and pleaded with them to stop supporting child killing and to turn to Christ. However we did not get to do much pleading as less then 25 people went into the fully catered event. I am sure Planned Parenthood lost money that night. As we were standing there praying we noticed the Corpus Christi procession coming towards us from the local Catholic Church and at the same time looked up and saw a dove on a stick in the window of the building across the street. The dove looked as though it was looking down on us, like the Holy Spirit watching over us. Ed and Kate from the mission team walked to the Church and talked to several people who then came down to greet us and thank us. A local politician and his family came by and thanked us for doing this work in his district. A group of college age kids also came down and talked to the mission team for a while and asked about joining us Read More »
In a half-asleep daze, with my abdomen in knots, I stumbled to the bathroom, fell to my knees, and began throwing up into the toilet. After a few heaves jolted me fully awake, I sensed someone standing behind me. Before I could turn my head to confirm my suspicions, my mother’s delicate hands swept past my cheeks and lightly pulled my hair out of my face. In that moment I felt like a little girl again – cared for, watched over. No matter how bad things were growing up, my mother always gave me as much unconditional love as any two parents combined. Oftentimes, our unshakeable familial love was all we had. She helped me up to the sink. As I began rinsing my mouth, she eyed my midsection as if expecting to see something. I rolled my eyes and assured her it was just a bug, probably something I ate the night before. “I am not pregnant!” I said. In my mind though, I knew she wasn’t the only one I was trying to convince. I was only 16, and my on-again, off-again boyfriend had started using drugs again – this time more than just recreationally. As I stared into the sink, my hand nervously jostling the toothbrush around my mouth, my mother disappeared. I wanted nothing more than to shut down my brain and push these anxieties as far out of my mind as possible. I climbed back into the reassuring comfort of my warm bed. As my eyes grew heavy, the hum of my fan lulled me back to sleep. What must have been hours later, since the sun was shining through my window, my mother walked back into my room and gently placed her hand on my arm. “I need you to get up and pee,” she said. What? When did I suddenly become a toddler again, in need of reminders for this sort of thing? That’s when I rubbed my eyes open and noticed the Dixie cup and tiny white stick resting in the palm of her hand. Immediately, my heart plunged down to the base of my spine. No! Was this really happening? I reassured myself that there was nothing to discover, and so with the last sliver of blissful ignorance I would ever have, I scooped up the cup and did as I was told. When I returned from the bathroom, I handed over the paper cup and I found my way back to the warmth of my bed. I could only see the lower half of my mother’s body as she leaned over the sink. And just as my head rediscovered the pillow I saw her rock back on her heels, letting out a slow and steady sigh. Surely, she couldn’t tell anything yet. “How long do those things normally take?” I asked. “Three and a half minutes,” she replied. But before I could relish my relief, she finished, “But it only took 30 seconds.” And then, my world imploded. As I Read More »