After four days of traveling and stinking up the charter bus with our pilgrim selves, we had finally come to the high point of our pilgrimage: the March for Life. We were crammed into this road like sardines. I could smell the stinky friar next to me and the elderly woman behind me. We didn’t move quickly, but when we did it was only a few steps.
Finally we made it to the Capitol. We had no time to stop and hear the stories of the men and women effected by abortion, but something caught my eye through the crowds. I saw these black signs with white lettering and a tiny butterfly. What did they read? “I Regret my Abortion” and “I Regret Lost Fatherhood.” My jaw dropped. There were hundreds of men and women lining these roads. What did they have in common? A choice.
Each of them had made a choice. Some were forced, some chose freely. But they all made a choice. They chose death over life. This was not what left me in awe. What left me in AWE was that EACH OF THESE MEN AND WOMEN were all held together by one thing. They regretted their choice. Yes, they had each chosen abortion. But that is not why they were there that day.
Women regret their abortions. Men regret loss fatherhood. We must remember that that “thing” in “its” mother’s womb is not a “choice”. That “THING” is a CHILD.
Fetus does not mean something that occupies the body of a woman. Fetus is Latin for “small child”.
That day, the day of my first March, I truly became pro-life. These men and women made me see what could have been my mother’s fate if she had made that “choice” that she almost made. Thank GOD for these amazing men and women. Their witness speaks VOLUMES!
Pax vobiscum, y’all. Please pray for an end to abortion. Pray for post-abortive men and women. Pray for those who will make that choice.