Do you remember the moment you knew you were
For me, it was 25 years ago at the University
of Vermont. I was about to cast my vote for
President and I didn’t know which party to vote for.
To clarify my decision, a friend asked if I
was pro-life. I didn’t really know what that
meant. He asked again, “Are you for the killing
of babies in the womb?” Horror struck me.
I replied, “Of course not, I’m a Christian.”
Once I knew what abortion was, the murder
of pre-born children, the decision to vote
for a pro-life candidate was clear.
I didn’t need to consider whether life in
the womb was a full human being, like many
college students do today.
I instinctively knew that God created
and put that life there and that no one
had any right except God to take that life.
This same friend then asked me not too long
after that day if I would go with him to
a child killing center and lock arms to
prevent women from killing their children.
Again, I did not have to mull it over in
my mind. I knew I had to go.
There were two child killing centers in
Burlington, one right across the street
from campus and the other on North Avenue,
a few miles away.
For a small city of 50,000 at the time,
I knew that was just too many baby killing
Once we arrived at the North Avenue death mill,
I saw other Christians there, some that I knew
from church. The leader there was none other than
He impressed me that day with a passion for the
saving of babies. I went a few more times but
did not go to defend the babies until 2009.
Stayed Tuned For Part 2!
Do you have a pro-life story to share? Of
how you became pro-life? Or what you’re
doing now to save babies? Or know of
someone who made the choice to keep her
baby? We’d love to hear these stories!
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