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Why I’m Pro-Life


My ma met my biological father at a party. They partied. She got pregnant. When he found out, he got transferred 2,000 miles away (he was in the Army).

Instead of standing in shame before her strict Baptist parents to give an account for another bad decision, my ma got in her car and drove from Denver to Boston. Under the pretense of visiting my Uncle Tommy and Aunt Carol, ma secretly was planning to have an illegal abortion. This took place years before Roe v. Wade would be put into law.

Thankfully, my uncle and aunt talked her out of it. When she was eight months pregnant, she came back to Denver. She then gave birth to me on August 20, 1965.

For years I wondered why ma would often burst out in tears when she looked at me. When I was 12 years old, my grandma sat me down and told me the whole story. Until the day she died, my ma never knew that I knew that she almost aborted me.

A Second Delivery

Through a series of crazy, yet divinely orchestrated events, my tough, bodybuilding, street-fighting family members became Christians. But not ma. Even when four of her five street-thug brothers, my uncles, converted to Christ, she was a holdout.

She bore too much shame. She had too much sin.

Or so she thought.

I got saved at the age of 8. When I was 12, I learned how to share the Gospel. The first person on my heart was my ma. I began to share Jesus with her, and she would say things like: “You don’t know the things I’ve done wrong.” (Although I did, because my grandma had told me everything.)

For years, I shared the Gospel with her. Then finally, when I was 15, I was privileged to lead her to Christ at my grandparents’ kitchen table.

But, in spite of her salvation, she still felt a lot of shame until the day she died, 19 years ago. Now she stands before the Savior, guilt-free, shame-free, and sin-free, because of the shed blood of Christ on the cross.

1. Life Is Good.

There are several reasons why I’m pro-life. One reason is that, well, I’m glad to be here.

A few years ago, I sent out a tweet that went viral. It read:

In 1965 my mom drove from Denver to Boston to have an illegal abortion. My uncle & aunt talked her out of it. She often cried when she looked at me, feeling shame for almost aborting me. At the age of 15, I was able to lead her to Christ. Grateful for that. Grateful to be alive.

am grateful to be alive. If she would have went through with aborting me, I would have never gotten married to my amazing wife, had two wonderful kids, or been privileged to train millions of teenagers across America and around the world to share the Gospel.

2. Abortion Has Aftershocks.

I’m glad to be here, but that’s not the biggest reason I’m pro-life.

Another reason I’m pro-life is that I witnessed firsthand the devastating effects of shame on my ma when it came to almost aborting me. Night after night, I could hear her bawling her eyes out through our paper-thin apartment-complex walls. Day after day, I’d hear her say things like: “I don’t want you to become a bum like me.”