Why I support Planned Parenthood

This week, there were many Evangelicals protesting Planned Parenthood. Reading about the gatherings made me remember why I support the organization.

It was over twenty years ago when my husband and I graduated from Bible school and moved to Brian’s hometown, Lincoln, Nebraska, where the cost of living would be cheaper. It had other appealing qualities too. We were close to his family. We drove with the windows down because our little Hyundai didn’t have any air conditioning. We traveled along abandoned roads, racing beside trains and belting out Big Country as loud as we could. Brian’s childhood best friends became my best friends.

We both had degrees in International Ministries and searched everywhere for jobs. I realize we didn’t have the most marketable educations, but we applied to churches, denominational staffs, and mission organizations. Brian got one nibble, from a congregation that needed a youth pastor. But then we found out that they weren’t offering an actual salary. They figured that God would provide, but they had no intention of helping God out in that account. I desperately wanted to go back to Kenya, where I had done some mission work, but we didn’t have money for flights or any way to live once we got there.