As I drove to the abortion mill yesterday to speak on behalf of the babies on their way to death, I heard a quote on the radio by Martin Luther King, Jr.
"It is better to go through life with a scar on your body then a scar on your soul."
I wonder what this great civil rights leader would have thought of the scourge of abortion in the black community...in our land of human rights.
When I got on the microphone at the mill, I spoke of King, and this quote.
One young man had been mocking us from the sidewalk with his two friends. The two friends went inside and the young man was left alone. He looked over and I told him, "Look at us old ladies on the sidewalk! We can't hurt you. Come talk to us." He paused.
"Look at my grey hair...you'll be safe." To my surprise, he came over.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Chris."
"Cool! Do you know what your name is derived from? Christopher. Christ. Our Lord and Savior! Do you believe in Jesus?"
He nodded.
"What would Jesus say about you being here?"
"He wouldn't like it."
We begged him to bring our literature into the young woman.
"I'm just the driver," he said, "I have nothing to do with what she's doing. I don't have the right to stop her."
"If you were driving someone and you see where you want to go in the distance, but there is a cliff in front of you, would you keep driving?"
He asked me to repeat the question. I did. He said, "No."
"Why not?"" I asked.
"I'd die."
"And she would die, too. You would be responsible.You would cause her death by driving off the cliff, right?"
"Yes."
"Chris, abortion is a cliff. Look at this picture of a 5-week-old in the womb." I held the pamphlet open to the photo.
He gazed at it silently, a troubled look on his face.
"What is this a picture of?" I asked quietly.
"A baby," he whispered.
There were times when Chris almost looked like he would cry. He finally reached out and took our literature, but he still stood there, looking down. The abortionist arrived.
"Chris, time is short. What do you think you should do?"
"Bring it to her."
"Then why are you standing here?"
He shook his head, still gazing at the ground. A minute of some inner struggle, and total silence. I know fellow counselors were praying.
"Go, Chris," I urged, "Go, now."
Slowly he turned around, and went into the clinic. A short time later he came back out.
"Did you give it to her?" I asked.
"They wouldn't let me see her," he said.
At least he tried...Maybe it will make a difference down the road. I suspect Chris will sleep a little better than he would have if he hadn't made that effort. In a small way, I think a battle had been fought and won.
One couple drove in with a beautiful dalmatian in their car. I thought of my new book, and of people who would never think of killing a puppy, but would so easily kill the baby within them.
"Oh!" I called to them, "I love dogs! Much as I love dogs, that baby you carry is of even more worth than your beautiful dog!"
They ignored me.
Two women that we knew of chose life Monday. One went on the mobile ultrasound, and then drove away from the mill. The other gave us a thumbs up, but was eager to get away, leaving in a hurry. I stuck around till I felt faint with hunger, praying and hoping that the woman Chris had brought would emerge and tell us she had chosen life. Finally, I had to go forage for food, and I left. God knows where the conviction in Chris's heart will lead. Still, I would have liked to have known too...
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