Several cars came perilously close to running me down as I waved at them and begged them to stop. But then, one stopped. A young couple sat in the front seat. A toddler, maybe 3 years old, sat in the back seat.
"I see that you already know the wonder and miracle of life," I said, "Please let me take you to our free ultrasound right in that RV." Before they had time to speak, I opened my literature and slipped it through the window. I told them to look at the whole page of resources that could help them. I asked the young woman how far along she was.
"Oh, I'm not pregnant," she said, "I already have a child. We are here to pick up a friend."
I ignored her remarks. I knew it wasn't true. Sometimes, you just know.
The young man looked grieved as he looked at the booklet, with the picture of babies at various stages of development. He glanced at the woman.
"If you go in there you will have to pay for the ultrasound," I told her, "But if you go in our RV, it is free."
"We are really in a hurry," said the woman.
"You are talking about killing a baby," I said, "Don't you think it is worth a few moments to consider?"
She began to leaf through the booklet.
"How far along are you?" I asked.
"6 weeks," she said.
I pointed to the picture of the 6 week old baby, with big eyes, and already developed ten fingers and toes.
"This baby already has a beating heart," I told her, "Little fingers, little toes, eyes, nose, mouth. She is a tiny human. Please...just get the ultrasound."
"OK," she said. However, they pulled into the parking lot, and the woman got out and walked into the abortion mill.
The man started to drive out of the lot, but I met him in the driveway. He rolled down his window. I pleaded with him to go back in and save his child. The toddler in the car was crying. He was begging his daddy to please go get mama out of there. The man dropped his head in his hands, wiping his forehead, his eyes closed.
"I can see you know this is not the right thing to do," I said. He agreed. I asked his name. For privacy, I won't tell you his name, but I told him it was two words put together that meant "the God". I urged him to follow the legacy of his name, to make a choice honoring to the one true God. He promised me he would be back. He was just going to get the little boy lunch at the corner McDonalds and would be right back. The little boy began to sob, huge tears, "Get Mama....."
The man drove away. I stood on the corner praying. He returned a few minutes later, pulling into the parking lot again, but rolled down his window. I can't remember all I said but for an hour or so, I spoke. Without ceasing. Since he was across a parking lot, I had to yell. I cannot believe my voice held out as long as it did. He looked at me, and over and over again, I was certain he was making a move to get out of the car, and go try to bring the woman out. My voice grew hoarse and sore. I continued pleading, but was no longer certain he could hear me. Still, with many of the things I said, he covered his face, and appeared to be crying. Unlike many of the men there, he didn't roll up his window, or get on his phone, or flip me a finger. He looked at me, he listened, and he looked bereaved. But he never got up, never opened the car door, never got out to do what God was so clearly prompting his conscience to do. What the tears of his son were begging him to do....
"If you harden your heart to what God is telling you," I told him, unable to call out beyond a quiet voice now, "It will be easier the next time to shut your heart to His voice."
He looked at me.
"But if you listen to the voice that is telling you to do the right thing, it will be easier next time to hear that voice. Please, time is short. The abortionist just arrived. You must get her out now. Hear the voice of truth. The truth will set you free."
The little boy's tears flowed and the man remained with his head in his hands as the abortionist entered the center.
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Jesus Weeps.
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