Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me (2Corinthians 12:9)
Before leaving, I prepared a whole bunch of scripture verses, printing them, then neatly cutting them out and pasting them on 3x5 cards. Then I punched a hole in the corner of the cards and bound them together. These were the verses God had laid on my heart to read to the abortion-minded women. Most of them had to do with God being a refuge, a place of peace, and an ever-present stronghold for those who walk in faith and righteousness.
The abortion mill was mobbed, and all the cars came careening into the parking lot around the same frantic few moments. With just three of us there on the sidewalk to call out to them and to try to stop the cars before they entered, time flew by. It was 11:30, and no one had seemingly responded to all our pleas or near continual speaking over the sound system. And then...miracles. Two couples in a row came out and told us they couldn't do it. They had chosen life! I was so happy when the first one rolled down her window, with a big smile on her face, that I threw my arms around her. She seemed very relieved, and joyful. I was glad she didn't smack the stranger (me) who was gushing with joy, hugging her, and praising God. It always floors we when women make that step to follow their heart and not kill their baby...and they go from bitter, angry, hard, and belligerent to gentle, joyful, and thankful. If you don't believe me, you should spend a day on the sidewalks of a busy abortion mill. The battle between good and evil could not be clearer.
Shortly thereafter, the abortionist came, and time was short, I decided it was time to read my verses. I forget all about being nervous, or tongue-tied, or shy when I begin speaking on the mic. It is the strangest thing...as though in my weakness, Someone Else is being strong.
"I don't believe in God," said one man, driving out. He must have been listening and wanted me to know my words of trusting in God would have no influence on a God-less man. So then, I spent the next fifteen minutes on the mic talking about why they should believe in God.
Two more couples left, and told us they decided not to abort their child. Four babies saved!
"Your turn," I told the other counselor, "Give 'em Jesus!"
She did. Wonderfully. For many minutes.
I stood with her mom and said, "Chrissy is on a roll!"
"Yes she is," said her mom, "And I am ready to go home!"
"I don't think you'll be leaving any time soon," I warned her, watching my fellow counselor glow with the glory of her message.
When we are weak, He is strong. Don't forget that. There is nothing you face today that is bigger than God, stronger than God, or has taken Him by surprise. In your weakness, seek Him. You may not be strong enough to hold onto Him, but He is more than strong enough to hold onto you.
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If you would like to be trained as a counselor for life on the sidewalks of Charlotte abortion mills, this Saturday is a training session. Contact LisaMetzger@Cities4Life.org for details. We'd love to have you join us in this incredible privilege of seeing God move in our weakness.
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