My Wake-Up Call

From a young age, I knew that babies were being killed by abortion. My family often went to pray outside the local abortion facility, and the pro-life issue was top priority at the church we attended when I was growing up.

But it wasn’t until I saw the reality: when I learned how abortions are performed; when I saw the photographs of babies torn apart, decapitated, and disemboweled; when conversation after conversation I had at college campuses ended with students insisting, “It’s a human being killed and that’s okay”…

It wasn’t until I stood outside an abortion mill watching dozens of mothers walk inside; when I watched their boyfriends wait in their cars in the parking lot, playing video games on their phones without a care in the world; when I saw girls walking out yelling, “I just killed my baby, and I don’t care!”…

It wasn’t until then that I realized the horrific evil of abortion and what we’re up against, fighting for these babies’ lives.

When asked, “Why are you pro-life?” I used to think my answer had to be something personal and distinct from others’ answers. But I am simply pro-life because every day 2,300 babies are being purposefully killed in America, and that is inherently wrong. The fact that abortion exists should be enough for us to be anti-abortion.