Overcome With Joy

One of the abortion center workers tried to run me down in her car yesterday. I jumped out of the way and she steered after me. She swerved away at the last moment, as I scrambled to the sidewalk. When she parked, I gave her an earful about her murderous spirit, and that at least I had lived a good long life, but those poor babies she helped kill each day had not lived barely at all before being snuffed out. I was not scared. I was hopping mad.

One of the other counselors caught my ensuing tirade on video. The following link takes you to the moments after I leaped out of the way of the car, and she parked. The voice over the loudspeaker is a fellow counselor, but the screaming out to the driver is me.  https://youtu.be/tTvP93NryGI

Then, I went back to stopping cars and pleading with women to choose life. It was a strange day. Tons of cars stopped for all of us. The picture below is of two cars in a row that pulled over, and I am counseling the ones in front while Daniel spoke to the one behind. We all spoke to many people, and handed out a good bit of our literature. Still, no one went on our free RV ultrasound, and the day stretched on with only one person choosing life.

One couple stopped and talked with me for quite some time, and then stopped again and talked with Chrissy before turning into the abortion center parking lot. Chrissy and I shook our heads in dismay as they entered the center. How could they have listened to all we had to say and still choose death for their baby? It is often heart-breaking to see all the women who choose to abort, but the most heart-breaking are the ones we spend a good bit of time speaking with and it seems to make no difference.

We consoled ourselves (again) with the reminder that we are not called to produce the results. We are only called to be faithful in proclaiming the truth of the Gospel, love others, and point them to God. The rest is God's work, not ours.

Still, it stinks to not see the obvious fruit of our labor. And to be almost killed in the process....

BUT THEN....

The car with the couple who had talked to me and Chrissy pulled out of the parking lot. They paused, and gave us a thumbs up, smiling.
"Did you change your mind!?" Chrissy and I cried out in tandem.
They nodded.

Chrissy and I fell into each others arms, dancing and swirling at the gates of hell, utterly overcome with joy. In the end, two babies we know of were saved from death, as well one grey-haired lady avoiding a car driven by an abortion worker bent on murdering the elderly as well.

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1 John 3:12 

We should not be like Cain, who was of the evil one and murdered his brother. And why did he murder him? Because his own deeds were evil and his brother's righteous.