Jennifer Speltz

I first began to recognize that I had a story to tell when I was attending a public Junior High school in Forest Lake, MN. Quite often the abortion topic would come up with friends and on occasion comments were thrown out by abortion-minded teachers. I would always cringe a little when they would say “I don’t like abortion, I think it is wrong . . . except in cases of rape and incest,” or “we really have to keep abortion legal for cases of rape and incest.”

My mom had slowly been revealing the circumstances of my conception to me over the years and by the time I was 13, I understood and had come to grips with the reality that my father was, essentially, a rapist. Though he was 18, as was my mother, at the time of my conception, and most likely had acted out of a dare by his friends, he had violated my mother against her will.

When my mom found out she was pregnant with me, the only advice she was given was to discard the “products of conception.” She explains, better than anyone, how she was never offered support to keep me, though this is where her heart was leading her. Needless to say, I am eternally grateful that she heeded that still, small voice in her heart which told her that the life growing within had a purpose and did not merit death.

When the topic came up, throughout Junior High and High School, I would usually first try to appeal to reason saying: “Now, why don’t you like abortion? What is wrong with it?” When they would answer “Because, it’s a life” some would immediately recognize the double standard and relent. Most of the time, however, even when faced with the evident, they would still persist with emotional arguments: “You just can’t make a woman go through with a pregnancy like that.” Though it is an unjust and heart wrenching scenario to consider, it must be dealt with, and so I would tell them our story. Only once in High School did a person who heard this story turn away cold-faced. Every other person who was faced with “a face” allowed their hearts to melt at the truth of matter – God has a plan for everyone!

As my 27th birthday approaches, I am ever discovering God’s magnificent plan, not only for my life, but for every life that he calls into existence. It is crucial that every citizen realize that a person’s dignity is not founded in whether or not one is wanted, as abortion peddlers and legislators would like them to believe. A person’s dignity is founded in the reality that persons are created in the image and likeness of God. The circumstances of my conception, yours, or anyone’s does not determine quality of life.

Young people across the nation and the world are coming to recognize the double-standards of abortion rhetoric and that all of the promises of the, so called, “sexual revolution” are coming up empty. Young people are renewing the pro-life movement with an unmatched determination to herald in a new “Culture of Life.” By the grace of God my mom and I were spared of the life-long, direct agony that abortion reaps. On the other hand, when you consider Planned Parenthood’s grisly statistic that 40% of all women in the U.S. will have an abortion by the age of 40 (mothers, daughters, aunts, grandmothers, granddaughters, cousins, wives) every American citizen has been touched by the grief of abortion directly or indirectly, consciously or unconsciously. Therefore, every one of us has an obligation to stand up! I am overjoyed to be apart of the generation that WILL turn the cultural tide so that following generations will be spared of this unjust suffering.

Jenni Speltz

Director of Campus Outreach

Human Life Alliance