Pro-Life Christians Must Transcend Politics

The spring of 1998 was the best of times for our family, and it was almost the worst of times. I'll never forget the way Nancy told me that she was pregnant. I came home from work, and she was waiting for me at the door with a present. I unwrapped it, and I was completely puzzled for about three seconds. It was a tiny baby onesie. Then, suddenly, the stupidity wore off, and we yelled and hugged and celebrated the wonderful news.