As long as I can remember, being in the pro-life movement meant forging ahead because it was the right thing to do, and not because you thought you were actually getting anywhere. You rallied and sent letters and held signs and held your nose to vote for the least bad candidate . . . but you didn’t really expect anything to change until the Second Coming.
There is still plenty of bad news. The statistics are dreadful; and, most chilling of all, some people are now willing to admit: yes, this is clearly a human baby resting in his mother’s womb. Let’s kill him anyway.
On the other hand, there is hope. Just in the last week, the abortion industry has taken several hard hits.