One day, I’m going to be a father. That’s gonna be cool. That’s a day I’m looking forward to.

Kids ask questions. When you’re six, questions are your friend. I remember vividly when I learned about Martin Luther King Jr. as a third grader. I learned about the civil rights movement. I learned about the marches in Selma, and his letter from a Birmingham jail, and his untimely demise.

And, naturally, I learned about segregation. I learned that during my own dad’s lifetime, racial segregation was the norm. That didn’t make any sense to me. It was so painfully obvious from my vantage point of hindsight 20/20 that it was not okay to separate racial minorities in the public sphere simply because they are of a minority racial group.

So I asked my dad a question.

“Dad, why did everybody think that it was okay to do that to people?”

He explained that it was so normal back then that it was hard to outgrow that mindset and think for yourself.

That made a little more sense to me.

Which brings me back to the title of this post. I am looking forward to the day when my own child or grandchild asks me why, even in my lifetime, abortion was a legal and socially acceptable practice.

And I will be able to explain to them that, because of the prevailing thought-patterns of the times, otherwise very good people supported the single greatest social injustice of our time.

I’m praying for an end to this madness within my lifetime. Let’s get on the right side of history.