Today is sanctity of life Sunday. A day first set aside by President Ronald Reagan in 1984 and designated as National Sanctity of Human Life Day. When Reagan issued a presidential proclamation regarding January 16, 1984, it was then the 11th anniversary of that notorious ruling for Roe v. Wade.
This year is the 42nd anniversary.
I am unashamedly pro-life. I believe in the sanctity of human life, that all life is precious and should be protected. I believe that “a person’s a person, no matter how small” to quote Dr. Seuss. I believe in treating the elderly with dignity, showing respect to those that hold differing opinions from mine, fighting racial divides, caring for orphans and widows. I believe in connecting people to support systems where they can be loved on and provided for in times of need. I believe that all people were created in the image of a personal, loving God. Despite all our short comings, selfish tendencies and flat out evil intentions, our God forgives and showers us in grace. Because I have been covered in grace by such a loving Father, I am compelled to follow Him when He asks me to forgive, show compassion and treat others as I would like to be treated.
But here’s the thing…
Every time I read a pro-life argument on facebook, or feel the need to share my personal opinion in response to a pro-choice statement in my news feed…
I see Monica’s face.
My heart breaks for the millions of tiny lives lost under the protection of our laws here in America. I am filled with anger at the calloused, cold hearted remarks that are thrown around in the name of freedom.
But before I click “repost” on that article, I think of Monica and the other women that might see it show up in their feed. Some of my friends are pro-choice, some of my friends have had abortions.
I hesitate, and more often than not, I don’t post the article.
Where do I find the balance between standing up for the oppressed, and showering my sisters in grace? How do I show anger towards the ones that perpetuate the rate of abortions in our country, and weep with those that have been left in the wake?
I have determined to proceed with caution, and let Monica’s story speak in ways mine cannot.
Monica very graciously and bravely agreed to let me film her story.
You can read the full story on her blog:
Pineapples and Praise
Or connect with her on facebook:
Pineapples and Praise on Facebook
Please share this story with someone you know who needs to be showered in grace and love today.