I actually am not at the March for Life this year. In 25 years this is only the third time I have missed it, but I have been contemplating why I do march.
The March has really changed over the years. When I first began going, it was very much a prayerful event. Not that we do not pray now, but it was silence and prayer, even on the buses. No chatter with friends, but an offering of solidarity with the unborn. In those days, we also used to get some decent media coverage, but as they say, “that was long ago.”
It has been years since the March for Life was really covered by the main stream media. Most people would have no idea that tens of thousands of people descend on Washington, DC to mark the infamous decision of Roe vs. Wade on January 22nd each year. Isn't it amazing how small groups of people get large media coverage if they are seen as politically correct but, huge crowds such as the ones at the March are ignored. But, I digress.
I think my reasons for marching have changed as much as the March itself over the years. I remember the trepidation of my first March. I was a woman filled with shame and guilt from an abortion I had as a teen. I wanted to “make up” for my abortion. It took me years to realize I never could do that, but I did not have to - because Jesus had done that for me. I was afraid of being found out that day, and mortified at the pictures of aborted babies, especially those that reminded me of what I saw on the day of my abortion when my unborn son was delivered in my bed from a saline abortion.
As my healing progressed, I marched because of the injustice of abortion. There were not many of us speaking out at that time. I suppose I wanted to speak out and be accepted. I wanted to let people know how bad abortion was. After a time, I headed a bus, and then once it was founded, I participated in Silent No More which I still do when I attend. I love being with my sisters and brothers in Christ who have a unique understanding of abortion and are filled with gratitude for the mercy and forgiveness God has shown us, but as the years have come and gone, so my reasons continue to change.
Thinking about it now that I have been working in post abortion ministry for over twenty years, my marching has pretty much evolved and has nothing much to do with me. I do not feel a need to speak out, nor, thanks be to God, do I feel guilt and shame. Yes, I am sorry for my abortion, but Jesus in His mercy has freed me. I know I am a sinner and will always be a sinner in need of His mercy, and I am grateful for that knowledge. Of course, that does not mean I go out and intentionally sin, but it does mean when I sin I am not shocked, but go to the font of mercy I know is waiting for me and then try again.
Nowadays, I march so that we who have had abortions speak for ourselves and our children instead of others speaking for us. I also march for those unable to march for themselves. I march for the women and men still locked in feeling unforgiven or those who can’t or are not called to speak out.
I march for the couples we serve in our adverse diagnosis retreats, and the many siblings I have met from our sibling retreats who suffer because of a parent’s abortion. I march for Jim, and Judith, for Chris, and Gregg, for Linda and for all who pass through our doors and beyond.
Mostly, I march because I know the great mercy and love God has for each of us, that He died on the cross for our sins and that in the end His desire is our healing as is the desire of the unborn, so that one day, we can all be together in eternity.
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