Two different audiences, one year apart: the privlege of speaking to pro-life students

Imagine a world where the precious life of an unborn child is cherished; imagine a world without abortion.  My friend Kristan Hawkins does that all the time.  She’s the director of Students for Life of America here in Washington, DC and the mind behind the Students for Life of America Conference that happens annually around the March for Life.  While the March for Life has drawn nearly a million people in recent years to the National Mall in Washington to stand for the unborn, this conference draws 2,000 pro-life student activists to hear from luminaries in the pro-life movement.

Like the defenders of Minas Tirith and the Riders of the Riddlemark, these young activists seeks to defend what they know to be right and are at the forefront of a growing pro-life generation that wants to see every unborn life given the opportunity come into the world and fulfill the purpose given by the Creator.  This year, the gathering of young activists happens tomorrow and I’ll be joining them as I tell the tale of my own journey as part of a panel on prenatal diagnosis.

A year ago today, I found myself corralling a group of 50+ students into a room in the Cannon House Office Building.  These students had gathered to hear from their Member of Congress, my former boss, on the importance of the pro-life movement.  Upon conclusion of his remarks, the Representative informed the students that he was headed back to his office but they needed to stay where they were.  The next thing out of my former boss’s mouth floored me:  the students needed to stay because they were going to hear from me.  I hadn’t planned on that at all.  At first I wasn’t sure if he was serious, turns out he was.  As I sat down and looked out at the young faces in front of me, I began to tell the tale of premature birth and odds that only a Corellian smuggler captain would bother challenging (or a guy named Mal Reynolds).  A story of suffering on steroids and facing death, but also a story of Hope on steroids as well.  A saga that has been beyond anything I could ask or imagine in so many ways; even if I can imagine quite a bit. And yet, telling that story to those students isn’t what will always stick with me.  What will, is the memory of a young teenage girl coming to me afterwards and asking me if I had ever had moments in life where I wished my parents had decided differently with me, if I wished they had divorced themselves from the situation and let me go.  For a few moments I was speechless as I considered what might be transpiring in this girl’s life for her to offer such a deep query.  Then I explained that my answer to her question was no, I’ve never wished otherwise but that life was still often difficult.

Tomorrow I’ll be telling much of the same tale, but to a bigger audience and who knows what might happen.  I’ll say this much for certain though:  my friend Adventure is going to be along for the ride and help make it exciting…and who knows, Chaos might show up too.


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Author, Speaker, and Super Nerd. Aaron Welty speaks and writes regularly connecting the dots of life, faith, and science fiction. Originally from Michigan, he now lives and works in the Washington, D.C. Metro area.

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