A few weeks ago, I attended a dinner for a local pregnancy resource centre. An eclectic crowd of warm-hearted men and women filtered into a beautiful room to celebrate another successful year. Wine glasses clinked and servers bustled in and out as various speakers shared their thoughts on the state of the pro-life movement and the nation itself.
Then the noise died down. A young woman handed a sweet little girl to her neighbour at the table and approached the podium. She began sharing her story of experiencing an unexpected pregnancy, and how the centre hosting the event had helped her keep her baby, overcome homelessness and work towards a stable job.
