I am totally over my shyness about speaking on behalf of the poor babies over our sound system. I begged the women to trust that the God who created the Heavens and Earth could certainly handle whatever obstacles they faced with this pregnancy. When I was worn out pleading, another counselor took over. Between the two of us, God's word was proclaimed for about 3 hours straight. The parking lot "bouncer" meanwhile blasted obnoxious and filthy music with lyrics that would make your toes curl. He could not drown us out, and I know the women in the clinic could hear us. Three women chose life for their babies, and we sidewalk counselors cheered with joy for each one.
Later, a cop showed up. I was sure he had been tipped off about an accused rapist being the abortionist for the day in the "Preferred Women's Health Clinic." We called out to alert him to that fact, just in case he didn't know. He ignored us and headed over to the clinic manager, who was standing out front. Apparently, someone had called to complain about "loud music." The manager pointed at us, "That was them," she said. We stood there with our Bibles and blinked at her with just a jigger of incredulity. Truth be told, I would have blasted "Jesus Loves Me" if I could sing.
The cop shrugged, returned to his car and drove away. He knew how ludicrous that accusation was. Too bad lying to a cop is not a felony. He seemed unconcerned that an accused rapist was in the back room with undressed women. Loud music is, after all, a much more serious public menace than babies dying at the hands of a man with no hospital admitting privileges, a twice suspended license, and a rape charge. Good thing we have laws against such things!
A verse I read to the women over the loudspeaker is one of my favorites.
Psalm 121: I lift my eyes unto the hills.Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth."
It is easy to grow bitter, or despairing over what we see out there on the sidewalks of the abortion mill. But then, the Creator of heaven and earth who holds the universe in its impossible balance is surely aware of all that transpires there. He who holds the whole earth in His hands hears the silent cry of every baby. Justice will come. Our role is to be there, obeying His promptings.
One woman stopped to talk with me for a long time. She herself did not believe in abortion, but said how could we, without knowing each person's situation, claim what was best for them? Still, she admitted that she believed in God, and she believed murder was wrong. She conceded God had created each human life, and that taking that life was murder, and an affront to God.
"Is it wrong whether you are rich or poor? Is it wrong no matter your circumstances?" I asked.
She agreed it was.
"If you saw a person running in front of a car to their destruction, would you stop them if you could?"
"Yes."
"That's why we are here," I told her, "We are our brother's keeper. Not only the keeper of the little babies who cannot speak, but the keeper of those defying God's word to their peril."
"Yes, I see that," she said.
If only everyone did.
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