Abortion times a-changin'

In 1973, in my feminist folly, I did a victory dance when nine black-robed men somehow found a constitutional "right to privacy" and made abortion the law of the land. In 1975, as a single mother, I aborted my third child, explaining to my 8-year-old daughter Samantha Sunshine, as we walked up Van Ness Street in San Francisco to the Women's Health Collective, how proud we should be of our feminist heritage and freedom.

I never dreamed that the traditionalists were right when they warned us of a "slippery slope," that in the next 38 years "reproductive choice" would claim more than 50 million lives, or that I would live to see abortion become a marriage of Big Business and Secular Sacrament.

Time changes things. For me it's the same dance to a different tune on hearing that a recent Gallup poll finds support for abortion at an all-time low.

I've been anticipating this moment for a long time. Not until I knew God loved me and had a purpose for my life could I see that an unborn baby's life had meaning, too. In 1987 I was a mother of five when my husband, Tripp, and I became Christians. Since then we've had seven more children through birth and adoption. While I will always grieve the child I murdered, I rejoice each day that God taught me to be pro-life.

This is a battle we will continue to win for several reasons:

Although our president believes in no limits to abortion and counts the nation's largest abortion provider among his very best friends, Gallup found that only 20 percent of Americans share President Obama and Planned Parenthood's view.

Liberals need to face the fact that they are now the status quo and the oppressors. But as Bob Dylan once sang to a generation of culture-changers, "The times, they are a-changin'."