By Molly Noble Bull
Editor’s note. The anniversary of Roe v. Wade was yesterday. The March for Life takes place tomorrow. Today and tomorrow we will continue to run prior stories that discussed that horrible decision which were particularly well received.
The word of the Lord came to me, saying,
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
— Jeremiah 1:4-5
On Monday, January 22, 1973, I was watching black and white television. I taught in an elementary school at that time and cannot recall why I was home on a school day.
In any case, the television was on, a soap opera maybe. I can’t remember for sure. All at once an important announcement flashed across the television screen. Something like, “The United States Supreme Court announced today that Roe v. Wade is now the law of the land, legalizing abortion.”
I was never a Catholic. I was an Episcopalian at the time, but I was already a pro-life Christian. I was also a member of the Ad-Hoc Committee in Defense of Life via my Catholic friends.
So, as soon as I heard the news, I started crying. I was still sobbing when I phoned my friend, Alice, and told her the news. We were still talking and sobbing when another announcement flashed on the screen. “Former President Lyndon B. Johnson just died at his home in Johnson City, Texas.”
Roe v. Wade was buried on about page 10 of the daily newspaper the next day. The big story was the death of a former president. As important as President Johnson’s passing was, pro-life America was unable to get the news out about abortion and what Roe v. Wade would eventually mean to more than 60 million unborn babies.
The REAL story that day and every day since then was the legalized murder of our nation’s unborn. Babies come in all colors: black, white, brown, and yellow.
I love them all.
I believe that human life begins at conception.
According to the Bible, God the Father does, too.