Over the course of my time at Students for Life in the past year, I’ve been able to meet so many amazing people; students, families, organization leaders, nurses, activists, and pro-lifers from across the nation. This summer, I was fortunate enough to work the Students for Life table at King’s Fest 2019. Joined by Students for Life staff, students, and interns, we packed up a van, constructed our booth, and set out to educate as many young people about abortion and the pro-life movement as we could.
Was this an easy task? Not so much. It was hot…and we were talking to the thousands of event attendees pretty much until 10 PM for three days straight, but we did get a lot of support from the crowd this time around.
Of the hundreds of conversations we were able to have, one in particular stood out to me. It centered me…and reminded me exactly why I do what I do. And that’s exactly what I needed. And where did this wisdom come from? From one of the wisest among us…a 3-year-old girl.
This is Chloe. She and her mom stopped by our booth at Kings Fest. Her mom and I were having a long discussion about Students for Life’s work and the pro-life movement. Her mom was very supportive; we talked over all the different things we do to support and help women, we talked over exception questions, we talked over recent abortion laws, etc. Chloe was dancing around the table…and took a few glances at our educational Fetal Models, but that was about it. I didn’t expect to engage much more than showing her the models and explaining bits and pieces about human development that might be comprehensible to a 3-year-old.
A few minutes later, Chloe came up to the table and offered up a penny. She whispered, “For the babies,” and ran off, dancing around and singing.
The simplicity of her generous donation reminded me exactly why I do what I do. There is so much complication out there these days. As adults, sometimes we forget how simple and how natural some moral truths are. We get bogged down by semantics and easily swayed or confused by arguments cloaked in clinical words like “fetus” and attractive phrases like “reproductive justice.” But ultimately, it’s very simple. We are in this for the same reason Chloe, a sweet, innocent girl, can so much more easily recognize. We are in this because these hundreds of thousands of souls we lose every year are people, biologically a part of our human family. And they deserve the same love, rights, and respect as you or me. It’s that scientific. It’s that philosophical. And it’s also that simple.
Chloe left the table saying, “I’m Chloe; don’t forget my name!” But she probably doesn’t know that because of her moment of innocent generosity, I most certainly won’t. I will carry that little lesson with me as I travel to campuses to educate students this semester; it’ll be with me in the halls of Congress when our students join SFLA to rally and lobby for the rights of their preborn brothers and sisters, and it will be with me until human right and dignity are restored in this world. As Chloe said, this one’s “for the babies.”