I was at the March for the Life for the first time in January of 2010--just a few months after her conversion--at a 40 Days for Life event. I was talking to some of the leaders when Abby walked over to my circle. I imagine it was like the secular person's equivalent to having Michael Jordan drop in on your Super Bowl party.
In any case, Abby's got a great piece cross-posted on LifeSiteNews today that demonstrates her profundity and why I think her contributions to the pro-life movement will be remembered for a very long time.
I just stood there…and cried. I closed my eyes. I could feel their breath on my neck. They were yelling inches from my ear. “Whose choice? My choice.” I had forgotten what this darkness felt like. I opened my eyes and saw a familiar face. It was one of my former friends from Planned Parenthood.
I smiled and waved when I saw her. It was as if I had forgotten that we were no longer friends…not because of who I am, but because of what I now defend. She mouthed something profane at me…very slowly so I would be sure to catch what she said. Now I remembered. We were not on the same side. Our eight-year-long friendship was gone…no matter how much I had wished it wasn’t.
I was standing in the largest rotunda in Texas State Capitol. There were about five of us prolifers…thousands of people surrounded us…people who supported abortion…people I used to be.
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