It was gray and cold; the weather seemed appropriate to the event at hand. It was Sanctity of Life Sunday, January 15th, 2017, and we were remembering the Supreme Court’s Roe v Wade ruling on that winter day forty-four years ago when that coldest of practices, abortion, became the law of the land. The death toll recently passed 58 million. We mourned their loss on Sunday, but we didn’t linger in the gray mood. In fact, the dominant feeling of the day was hope.
Our group of pro-life warriors represented at least three generations, our youngest participant having barely reached her 23rd birthday and our oldest in her 80s. We shared hot cocoa, home-baked cookies, and our stories of hope.