I have never wasted a single moment in anger at those who see their lives as a dark labyrinth that ends at the doors of an abortion clinic. I also won’t count a single moment spent in reverence of those who climbed over the walls of that maze as wasted. I don’t torment myself with the celestial question of exactly when life begins, because that’s not the point. The alternative to the awful extremity of abortion is the indispensable joy of introducing this flawed world to someone who might make it better. The timetable of the procedure doesn’t change the nature of the alternatives.
The birth of every child is a victory against despair. Over ten thousand children were born in the United States yesterday. We are winning.