I asked the Mom and her two friends for permission to talk to them about God. They knew God, but really didn't know the Bible at all. They had no concept of what the Bible said about sin, (other than don't do it...), or what repentance and redemption were all about. Only one (E) spoke English fluently. So I told them the story of Salvation while E translated for the others.
When I explained sin, they were all quick to admit they were all sinners. When I explained the penalty for sin is death, all of their faces fell. As I spoke of how dreadful sin is in God's eyes, and how critical repentance is, tears welled in the corner of their eyes. When I said God had provided a wonderful plan to rescue us from that penalty of death, hope blazed in all their faces. When I told them about the simple but profound gift Christ offered us on the cross, and all they had to do was accept it, they began to smile. When I told them they could do that immediately, right now, E translated, and they all nodded eagerly. E asked if she could pray in her own words, and I said of course. I prayed out loud, she translated, or used her own words. (I don't speak Spanish, so have no idea what she said...)
As we closed our prayer, all three said, "Amen." I opened my eyes. All three were crying, dabbing at their eyes with tissues that the sweet nurse, Sherry, handed them.
"Something very special just happened to you, didn't it?" Sherry asked.
They all nodded.
Then I gave E a Spanish Bible, and had her read John 3:16 out loud. Her friends huddled around her. "I don't have a Bible. This is my first one," said E, and then she threw her arms around me and hugged me. You may remember that 2 1/2 weeks ago, I had a mastectomy. Hugs hurt. But I hugged her back. Ouch, and Praise God.
The two friends could hardly contain themselves. They asked if there was any chance they too could have a Spanish Bible? We happened to have two more. Exactly two. Almost as if it had been pre-ordained. They all clutched their Bibles to their hearts.
"Now you can all do Bible studies together," I said.
"Now that I know Jesus," said E, "I cannot kill my baby."
While I was counseling on the RV, the rest of my team was speaking the truth of God's love and hope in Him over the microphone just outside the abortion center. Five women chose life for their babies Monday. Three chose Jesus. My arm and chest really hurt when I finally headed home, but my spirit was dancing with joy.