Tuesday, September 20, 2016

God Always Sends Glimmers of Hope

No mamas that we know of chose life during our time Monday on the sidewalks of the abortion center. This was disheartening as we almost always see some mamas choose life, but God was present as always, if only to weep with us. Even in the despair, God always sends glimmers of hope along the way. Always.

First, a wonderful young lady dropped off some cards with her contact info on it. She will adopt any baby, any race, any time. Mamas or fathers at the abortion center will often yell at us demanding, "Will you adopt my baby if I keep him?" I will instantly pull out the young lady's card and say, "Yes! Come let's make the call and sign the forms."

Next, another woman drove by looking for a medical facility. She was lost. When she saw us sidewalk counselors, she stopped, and leaped out of her car. Her face was so impassioned that I feared I was about to be pounded into the dirt. Instead, she tearfully asked if she could pray for us and with us. She was in complete support of our mission affirming the sanctity of life in this very dark place. She was grateful that God had sent her the wrong way so she would wind up on our street, and could lift us up in prayer.

She prayed fervently and for quite some time. I kept one eye open, scanning for cars that might be entering the center. I am ALL for prayer...don't get me wrong. But as our director pointed out (and I agree) we counselors already pray without ceasing in our hearts. Our job on the sidewalk is to speak for the babies who cannot speak for themselves. Frankly, lots of people will pray (which is critical and necessary)...but not many are willing to speak and confront the mamas who think abortion is the only answer. So I keep public prayer short, and I always step away if a car enters the parking lot to try to actively intercede for the doomed baby. I feel deeply convicted that my role there is to SPEAK.

Nonetheless, I greatly appreciated her passion and prayer. Despite her prayers and the encouragement of the adoptive woman, it was a sad day at the abortion center. It was mobbed; at least fifty babies were to die that day in that single abortion center. What was very disconcerting is we saw at least four or five moms who were visibly pregnant, at least four or five months along. The center is not supposed to do abortions after 19 weeks 6 days gestation, but those mamas looked beyond that stage of pregnancy.

This is a 20-week old baby in utero:


Do you think we should be ripping this child apart limb by limb, puncturing her skull, sucking the brain out, and crushing the skull, all while she is alive...to remove her violently from the womb? That is what happens to a baby this age during an abortion. Should our country or any country allow such a brutal act to a living human being?


I just don't get it. When you see the actual photos of children in the womb, and you know what a violent, painful, barbaric act abortion is...how can anyone support it?

"It's just a clump of cells!" one lady screamed at me yesterday.
"Does a clump of cells have a beating heart?" I asked.
She stormed away.

"I don't believe in God," another woman said to justify her abortion.
"Take God out of the equation then," I said, "Should we have the right to destroy inconvenient, innocent human life?  At what logical point does the baby become human if not at this point in your womb? Does any society that devalues human life thrive?"
She also turned away and entered the clinic.

One couple I stopped yesterday listened to me talk for twenty minutes. Then the nurse came over and talked with them ten more. While I talked, they leafed through our literature looking at the photos of the babies at the different gestational ages. They believed in God. They knew God wouldn't approve and knew abortion was fundamentally wrong.

Then I asked, "What brought you here that made you feel abortion was your only option?"

They both shrugged.
"You don't know?" I asked, incredulous.
They shook their heads.
"You are about to take the life of your own child and you don't even know why?" I said.
Again, downcast eyes...and shrugs.

Lord, have mercy. 

"Please come look at your baby on the ultrasound," I urged, "Let us tell you how we can help."
"No, I'm ok, " said the woman, then told the boyfriend, "Let's go."
They drove into the abortion center lot, overflowing with cars on their appointment with death.



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Today is my LAST radiation treatment. ALL the invasive, frightening cancer treatments now come to an end today. I survived. I feel great. I am so grateful! Tomorrow, I leave on my victory journey, visiting my children along the way and then my parents. Maybe I will sneak in a side-trip to cousins if my energy holds out. It has been a long, hard road from diagnosis six months ago, but God ALWAYS sends glimmers of hope along the way. Always.
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Jeremiah 8:6
I have listened to them very carefully, but they do not speak honestly. None of them regrets the evil he has done. None of them says, "I have done wrong!" All of them persist in their own wayward course like a horse charging recklessly into battle.

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