I learned about the Connecticut school shooting just as I stepped up to the podium to speak at a Harrison County school. The principal whispered in my ear that 26 had just been killed in an elementary school before she introduced my history program. I struggled to find my voice as I looked out at the faces of those young students, thinking but for the grace of God it could have been them or a school in Wood County or even my own two grandchildren in Texas. I, along with millions of Americans and probably most of you reading this letter, have shed more than one tear and felt such heartache as we learned the names and some little tidbit about those 20 beautiful little faces and heard the church bells toll once for every victim.
But what about the 55 million beautiful tiny little faces who never even got to go to school, have a birthday party, write a letter to Santa, have someone to love them or even have a name? Next month will mark the 40th year of legally killing unborn children in what is supposed to be the greatest country in the world's history. I thank God that I did not vote for the president who appointed and the senators who approved the Supreme Court justices that made murdering the unborn legal in 1973. Woe to them on judgment day.
One must be looking the other way if you do not see the absolute sheer horror of killing little children regardless of their age or by whatever means the murder is performed. I challenge all of you to do your own research and what you will discover will sicken you to your stomach and horrify you. Your heart will ache and tears will fill your eyes as you realize these beautiful little children will not even get to have a funeral nor will any church in America toll the bells 55 million times. Who will toll the bells for the 3,228 little lives lost every day of the year?