I have been without my computer the past couple of days, thus unable to write my blog. I hope you missed me. I tried and tried to get my iPad to post my blog, but it flat out refused. I think it is jealous of my Surface Pro 2, because it used to post my blog, before I switched to the Surface Pro. I think it needs a stern talking to about the dangers of envy.
But I'm glad I have my computer back. So much has happened! First, I published my little book about Poppy, the Dirty Ditch Digging Dingo. (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RQOTZGS). It was just a fun diversion while working on my novel, which will be out in a few weeks. It was a little frustrating that I couldn't tell all my readers the book was out, since my iPad was being so slow and impossible. However, it managed to rise all the way to #35 on Amazon without any advertising. If you want to share the link with ALL your friends, I would not be upset. I could use some reviews too....
Anyway, yesterday was my day volunteering as a sidewalk counselor at the abortion mill and it was an eventful day. We had many interactions, and gave out several of our pro-life pamphlets. There were two people that we had significant chats with. One was a man who was furious with us, and insisted his child was not a baby but a "seed", and one he would destroy so he could develop his career. He told me he had the right to choose.
"Yes, you do!" I said, "We all have the right to choose good or evil. I am begging you to choose good."(For the record, I do not believe we have the moral right to choose to end someone's life...but for the moment, I was trying to make a different point.) My fellow counselor gave him an earful about the dangers of his moral position. He listened to us from the front porch the entire time we were there. At the end, he came over and told us not to speak to his girlfriend when they drove away since she was struggling with the decision. We knew she was in the back room, and her phone locked in the car, so he wouldn't know whether she was struggling or not. I suspect it was he who was struggling. A conscience has a way of causing turmoil when we choose to ignore God.
The second extended interaction was with a man who walked over to me and told me he wanted to talk about this God I believed in. He seemed to be intelligent and well-read, and he was very polite. We spoke a long time, and he was very respectful. I liked him, much as I hated his position and the reason he was there.
He did not believe in God, and said no one could logically argue for God. Well, those are fighting words to me! Yes I can logically argue for God! (I have had some great teachers along the way.) I won't bore you with the details -- read my new novel when it comes out as it presents my arguments-- but he was very gracious in listening.
Finally, he said he wouldn't deal in faith, but only in facts. This was perfect!I have reams of facts about the horrors of abortion, the humanity of the baby, the despair of those who choose abortion, and why choosing life is a more reasonable choice. He was very vocal about the plight of black people in America and I asked if he knew that more black babies were aborted than born in NY City? I told him it was genocide! He agreed, and said that was because the white people wanted the superior stem cells.
"Then, if you believe that, why would you be complicit in such a terrible thing? Why would you allow the white abortionist in there to kill your child for her stem cells?"
To my surprise, he agreed with me. He agreed the baby was human, and it was wrong, taking a human life. Were it up to him, he would not abort. Still, he said he was certain his girlfriend would not listen to him if he brought our literature in to her. He returned to the mill, without our literature, and I felt sad that hope was lost. He did allow me to pray with him. Well, he allowed me to pray for him, and for his girlfriend, while he listened.
Despite the adverse responses, my fellow counselors and I all got on the microphone and gave our most heart-felt pleas for life. I closed us out on the broadcast system when the abortionist arrived. I try to end with a prayer each time. You just never know how God might move in someone's heart in the final hour. One of the best things I have overcome by volunteering for Cities4Life is my fear of sharing the gospel at every opportunity and praying publicly. We know the women can hear us in the clinic. It is hard not to lose hope once the abortionist arrives, but some people do still change their minds at the last moment. Since we never know whose heart God has prepared to hear His message, it is best to speak as though every heart is ready to turn to the everlasting Hope and Savior.
We lined up along the driveway to await the people leaving. We have different literature we hand out once the abortionist arrives. The broken hearts, the hopeless, the remorseful ones might take our literature that is designed to help heal those who have defied God's command to nurture the innocent life within them. The baby may be gone now, but the parents still need the only answer to life's grief and despair -- the hope of God. I saw the Godless man I'd spoken with get in his car with his girlfriend. I was ready to hand them a grief pamphlet as they pulled up to me. The woman rolled down her window.
"I just want you to know," she said smiling, "I didn't do it."
I was shocked. I glanced at the man. He smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh my! May I hug you?"
She nodded. As we hugged, I told her to please wait as I had a bunch of gifts for them. I grabbed a "blessing bag" from my car and a baby blanket. It was pink.
"If you have a boy, let me know and I will exchange this for a blue blanket," I promised.
They want a boy. They were already discussing names! She was beaming, and posed for a picture with the blessing bag. He had never wanted the abortion in the first place, but had been completely certain she would not waver! I think perhaps, something was struggling within him over what...or WHO....had caused her to change her mind.
As they drove away, I thought of how certain the man had been that his girlfriend would not choose to keep the baby and how that certainty had been blasted to smithereens. I hope his certainty that God was not real had been shattered as well.
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Three mamas chose life at that center Monday! We rejoiced over the power of God in such a terrible place of darkness and death. If you would like to share the joy of being an instrument of God's message of hope on the sidewalks of abortion mills, please contact Lisa Metzger at lisametzger@cities4life.org
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Awesome! Than you dear God for Vicky and her group speaking life.
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