I Have a Dream that the Abortion Holocaust Will End
By Kyle-Anne Shiver
When I met Jesus in the Gospel, I was purely starved for understanding. And for the first time, I became aware of my own evil, my own shortcomings, my own selfishness and hard-heartedness. But I had learned more about Martin too, and I knew by then that he wasn’t all saint and no sinner. Jesus lit my path. Martin showed it was possible. I picked up my own Cross that year and promised to do my best. To fight against evil in my own backyard. To be on the side against the slaveries and the Holocausts and the killing fields.
But I was still very innocent in the ways of evil. I had seen my fair share of evil’s ways, means and mantras, but nothing had prepared me for the soon-to-come Holocaust of abortion.
By 1973, I was married to one of God’s truly good men and pregnant with our first child. Six months after Roe was handed down, our son was born. I was a young mother, consumed with the awe of holding my first child, spending hours just studying those little hands and feet and feeling that tiny mouth at my breast.
It’s hard to capture this in a brief quote, but Kyle-Anne Shiver writes of the individuals who inspired her to go beyond just herself and what her family had been, and one of her dreams.