On a cold, wintry day in the early 1980’s, while a student at the University of Michigan, I participated in a pro-life march on campus. As a brand new Christian, I wanted to witness publicly regarding my freshly experienced faith. So as the snow fell, 10-15 of us walked silently and sheepishly across the campus, holding up amateurishly hand-painted signs made out of cardboard. One sign had a picture of an aborted baby stapled to it. The rest had the typical slogans of the day.
“Abortion Kills a Child.”
“Abortion Hurts Women.”
“Adoption the Better Option.”
The next day in the student newspaper, a front page picture appeared of our group. My presence was seen front and center, with a somewhat mocking article underneath. Since the paper was printed on the very day of my January birth date, I kept a copy and took it home to show my parents, thinking they would find it amusing. I remember being a bit shocked at their response. My dad was not happy, and seriously warned me that my photo could be placed in government and employer files, making it difficult for me to find a job someday. I was told that it was okay to have a private belief about this subject, but […]