Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Out of the Mouth of Babes

Wild day at the abortion center! While my pro-life team from Cities4Life spoke words of hope and love to the mothers over our sound system, an angry motorcyclist drove his bike near us. He stopped, and revved his engine with ear-splitting roars in cadence with each word one of our counselors spoke on the microphone. The security for the facility asked the man to move off the driveway, but did not dissuade him from the thunderous engine gunning.

My friend on the microphone kept her cool, speaking with strength and conviction, despite being drowned out by the engine howl. She told the nearest team member to call the police. We did, and when they came, we argued that surely a sound ordinance was being broken. The first policeman felt since it was private property, the man could do what he wanted as long as the facility owner allowed it. The second checked the sound/noise ordinance rules, and finally determined the guy was breaking the rule. Yippee!!! God:1, Satan:0.

A young mama with a two-year-old sat on the porch. After repeatedly speaking and calling to her, I begged her to come talk with me for just a moment. "I am old and not dangerous," I promised. She took her two-year-old in her arms, and crossed the grass barrier we are not allowed to cross.

I asked how far along she was, and why she felt she needed to abort. She was around 9-weeks pregnant. She said she didn't feel she was ready to care for another baby. However, she admitted she was wavering, knew it was wrong, believed in God and knew He would not approve,  had a boyfriend who would help, and yet, didn't know what to do.

I opened our pamphlet to the picture of a 9-week-old baby in utero. The child in her arms looked at the picture, and smiled broadly, shouting, "Baby!" I think that might have sealed the deal for her mother. Even a 2-year-old knows a human baby when she sees one and perceives it with joy. She could teach a few of our congresspeople a thing or two, not to mention the forty or so women who come to that facility every day to kill their baby.

We spoke quite a while, and the woman promised she would look over my booklet, and consider my words. She returned to the porch, where she sat down, reading the booklet. We were there  a few hours. The abortionist arrived but still the woman sat on the porch.

"I'm leaving now," I called to the woman, "What did you decide?"
"I'm keeping it," she said.
The security man shouted to me, "She changed her mind! That's good, right?"

Yes. Right.



Matthew 11:25
At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.


  1. Praise Praise Praise to God!!!! Thank you for all you and your colleagues do, Vicky.

  2. Wait! Which security man? The abortion mill or your own? I saw what looked to be a man with a security t shirt on, looking in a car window with you in one picture. I wish that mama had come to the RV to be able to be spoken to of God. God bless you for ALL you do in HIs name!!!