Day in the Life of a Pro-Life Activist - Ashamed

Back to the streets today.

I'm frequently rattled when people are antagonistic toward me during pro-life activism. It's par for the course, but it still makes me shake.

I'm rattled, but like the shakiness, the memory quickly fades.

Every once in a while though, someone says something that has so much weight to it, their words stick in my mind. One such incident happened today.

I can clearly see his face in my mind's eye, and hear his voice as he said, "You want to reduce our society to holding *** pictures at the corner of the road. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

All I could think in that moment was of pictures like these:

When these photos began to circulate and be used as evidence of the horrific racial injustice that was going on in the 1950's and 60's, I'm sure many people would have echoed the sentiment:

"You want to reduce our society to holding *** pictures at the corner of the road. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

Turns out, the ones who are ashamed are the children of people who thought like that.

Day In the Life of a Pro-Life Activist - The Worst Day of Her Life

I stood behind a sign that showed a child unnamed, uncared-for, unloved, and torn apart.

I watched the faces of passerbys as they either ignored or were appalled by the image I showed. I imagined what it would be like to drive by, seeing the sight for perhaps the first time. I thought about the amount of children who suffered the same fate as the one in my picture.

For the people on the road, abortion may be an abstract thought, necessary, empowering, or sad. For this child, it was a tragedy.

I had a song stuck in my head called "The Worst Day of My Life," and I thought about the worst day of this child's short life, the day her mother chose to leave her and never look back.

For many children, today may be the best, or worst day of their lives.

Abortion may be to you a philosophical idea, but to hundreds of children in Canada, it's an emergency.