The Invisible March
In 1984, President Ronald Reagan issued a proclamation designating January 22 as National Sanctity of Human Life Day.
And every January, now known as the Sanctity of Human Life Month, there are silent marches around the country on behalf of the unborn. Because of the lack of media coverage, you could say it is an invisible march too. Most people won't see these marches covered on the national news; maybe a small blip, but that's about it. However, It's not about the thousands who have marched every January, but the over 58 million lives lost since the Roe v. Wade decision was handed down. Interesting note, Norma McCorvey, known as “Jane Roe” changed her stance to pro-life.
As I approached the rally before the march, the atmosphere was warm and friendly on a chili day. There is always love and acceptance for all women, at least that has always been my experience. It's NEVER about assigning shame or pointing fingers. We all share in the pain and sorrow, but with hope. It's about recognizing the sanctity of life and listening to women's stories and those who have actually survived abortion procedures.
Before the march, I heard a woman, Bette, share about reconnecting with the son she attempted to abort three times, over forty years ago. She found herself pregnant in the early seventies and after several attempts, ended up having a male child survive the last effort to end her pregnancy. The child, weighing only two and a half pounds, was later adopted by a loving family, who had suffered through nine miscarriages. The adoption was closed. Bette then moved on with her life.
Bette spoke of how she had prayed for that child after having raised two sons of her own with her now husband. One day she received a call from gentleman over the phone wanting to know if he was her son. She had to brace herself! She had opened up to her husband about the child before they were married but her other sons did not know. What would a reconciliation look like and could it, would it be safe for both parties?
When she met with Michael, he thanked her for his life. Feeling convicted she told him she didn't try just once to end his life and that those three attempts is what caused his physical harm and impairments. He told her it didn't matter: that he had wonderful adoptive parents, that he outgrew wearing a brace and was able to play many sports, that he had a great wife and children, two of which were twins. Bette realized twins ran in her family and that not only did she have a son but three grandchildren! (Okay, here come the tears.)
Bette spoke of their relationship being built with a new foundation and how they were involved in each other's lives. She said when she was young, she never thought of the baby as a real person. Now she is thankful to have such a meaningful relationship with this son she never held in her arms till now. Her son, Michael came out on stage to play a song and there were more tears followed by cheers.
After Bette's son, Michael, played, the keynote speakers were introduced. The Benham Brothers, known for being let go by HGTV for their beliefs, shared their experience as they have sacrificed much due to their pro-life views. These twin brothers and authors, David, a father of five, and Jason, a father of four, shared their heart for the Lord and continue to take a bold stand. Not only did they speak an encouraging word, but they, along with others led the march.
The silent march this January went well. There was one woman who shouted, "Why don't you all get a job!" No response given, just prayers prayed and love shown. Many others waved and smiled. Apparently we weren't completely invisible.
When I got back home, I opened a letter from our former neighbors who left to become foster parents for teenagers wanting a safe place to live before and after giving birth. This precious couple is praying and waiting with arms wide open to help those who are wanting to be parents, but need much assistance. Their letter made me smile. There is hope!
Psalm 139:13-16 English Standard Version (ESV)
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
Always Written With Love,
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