A couple weeks ago a lady struck up a conversation with me as I sat enjoying the weather at an outdoor cafe in Washington, D.C. Not long into it she wondered what I did for a living. I told her pro-life work, which always elicits interesting responses.

But this one was new. “So, are you one of those pro-life crazies?” she asked.

A bit taken aback I hesitated, then answered, “By the definition I expect you use, yes, I am. I believe in protesting and showing photos of aborted babies.”