It’s been 35 years of war on our soil. 35 years of praying, begging, pleading for the lives of the little ones hidden in the womb who can’t speak for themselves. 35 years of wiping the tears of mothers and fathers whose arms are empty of the children who might have been. 47 million Americans who might have lived. Our best friends and spouses and sisters.
Dear God, have mercy. Heal us. Save us from our sin. And, please, when history condemns our culture of death in the years to come, let those who march today and those who pray from home be remembered as heroes.
