08/15/2026
This.
If the Church is going to stand outside an abortion clinic and tell a woman to choose life, then we better be prepared to stand beside her when she does.
There. I said it.
And before this gets twisted into something I absolutely did not say, I am 100% pro-life. I believe life begins in the womb. I believe that unborn baby is a human life created by God and worthy of protection. I am not questioning that. Not even a little bit.
I’m questioning whether we really mean it when we say we are pro-life.
Because if I believe that baby’s life matters before birth, then I better believe that life matters just as much after birth. And I better care about the woman carrying that baby too.
Womb to tomb.
This has been sitting really heavy on my heart lately.
I see Christians outside abortion clinics praying, holding signs and asking women to choose life. And I understand why. Maybe women have turned around because somebody was standing there. Maybe babies are alive today because somebody cared enough to show up.
Praise God for every single one.
But then what?
That’s the part I can’t stop thinking about.
I cannot imagine what some women feel walking through those doors. Maybe she doesn’t even want an abortion. Maybe she’s terrified and honestly believes it is her only option. Maybe she already has children at home she can barely feed. Maybe the father left. Maybe he’s abusive. Maybe she’s about to lose her housing. Maybe she has no childcare, no family nearby, no money and absolutely no idea how she is supposed to bring another baby into a life she is barely holding together.
And then she hears us telling her to choose life.
So what happens when she does?
Are we still standing beside her six months later?
Are we buying diapers? Bringing groceries? Helping her find childcare so she can keep her job? Driving her to prenatal appointments when she doesn’t have a car? Helping with the electric bill instead of judging her for getting behind on it?
Are we throwing her a baby shower? Are we helping her find resources? Are we answering the phone when she is exhausted and overwhelmed and wondering how in the world she is going to do this?
Standing for life matters.
But our responsibility cannot end once that baby is born.
Because that newborn eventually turns two. Then five. Then ten. Then fifteen.
Are we still pro-life then?
What happens when that family starts struggling? When addiction is involved? Mental health? Poverty? Domestic violence? Trauma?
What happens when CPS gets involved?
Are we going to sit across the room talking about everything that mother did wrong, or are we going to get close enough to ask what she needs to safely keep her family together?
And if those children do have to enter foster care, then what?
Where is the Church?
Are we opening our homes?
Are we supporting the grandparents, aunts and uncles who suddenly have extra children sleeping under their roof?
Are we bringing dinner to the foster family who got a call and suddenly has another scared child sitting at their kitchen table?
Are we mentoring the teenager everyone else has decided is “too difficult”?
Are we supporting the biological parent who is doing the hard work to safely bring their children home?
Because I don’t think we get to fight like crazy for a baby’s life in the womb and then shrug our shoulders when that life gets messy.
And again, because I know how the internet works, I am NOT saying Christians should stop advocating for unborn babies.
I am saying we should take that same passion and carry it outside the womb.
If we believe every life is precious because it was created by God, then the mother standing outside that clinic is precious too.
Her baby is precious.
The exhausted single mother is precious.
The child in foster care is precious.
The teenager carrying years of trauma is precious.
The biological parent fighting like crazy to break generations of addiction and brokenness is precious.
The struggling adult that little baby eventually becomes is precious.
All of it.
That’s what pro-life means to me.
Womb to tomb.
And I think being pro-life should cost us something.
Sometimes it’s money. Sometimes it’s time. Sometimes it’s comfort. Sometimes it’s an extra seat at the dinner table. Sometimes it’s a bedroom. Sometimes it’s walking beside someone whose life is really messy and loving them through it.
Sometimes it means doing a whole lot more than holding a sign.
Because Jesus didn’t call us to simply talk about loving people.
He called us to actually love them.
So yes, I will keep saying the baby in the womb matters.
Loudly.
Unapologetically.
But I’m going to keep saying that mother matters too.
And I’ll still be saying that baby matters when they’re two, eight, sixteen, thirty-six and eighty-six.
I don’t want to just SAY I’m pro-life.
I want my LIFE to prove I meant it.
Womb to tomb.
So maybe this is the question we need to sit with:
Church, if she chooses life because we asked her to, are we willing to show up and help her live it?
