An Industry that Celebrates Death

The abortion center sidewalks were brimming with four families yesterday -- brand new volunteers eager to learn  how they could speak for the voiceless babies destined to die that day. I loved the spirit of the many children there. They eagerly held our information out to the women driving in. One 11-year old was speechless with joy after a young lady took the pamphlet of our resources that she offered her.
"You may have saved a life," I told the young girl.

Later, after the families dispersed and I was again the only counselor remaining as we were all packing up to leave, a young lady wanted to go on our mobile ultrasound unit. She was not abortion-minded, but she was pregnant, poor, and needed assurance her baby was all right.

We unpacked the RV supplies and agreed to show "Nancy" her baby. I cannot share any specifics due to privacy issues, but she told us a story that filled me with horror over an experience she had in the abortion center. Her relative, "Jane" was pregnant, but after two ultrasounds by two different doctors, it was sadly determined that the baby had no heartbeat. The grieving mother was referred to the abortion center for a Dilation and Curettage, (D and C), to insure the dead baby and surrounding tissue was removed so it would not cause infection. Nancy accompanied her for moral support.

This poor woman, Jane, knew she was going to an abortion center, but since that is where her doctor sent her, she went. Nancy could not believe how awful the place was, or what happened next.
"I hated being there," she told us, "It was so evil inside."

It gets worse.

When Jane was being prepped for the procedure, the abortion center worker asked her, "Is this your first abortion?"
"Yes." Jane cringed at the word abortion, but thought the people there must know best.
"Congratulations! You will feel so much better after your abortion in light of your difficult circumstances."
"I don't want to do this," Jane said, aghast. "I am here because I have no choice."

I want this to sink in. The abortion worker was congratulating this woman for her "abortion." (And by the way, a D and C is NOT an abortion. An abortion kills a living baby. This was a dead baby inside this poor grieving mother.)

As the woman on the RV relayed this story to me, she said, "Jane is still grieving six months later, not only over her baby, but that she got an abortion."
"Please," I said, "Tell Jane she did not get an abortion. Just changing the use of the word in her heart may help her. She got a D and C, to remove a dead baby. Let me write that word down for you. She had a second opinion to insure the child had died. She did not kill her baby in an abortion. Please tell her that."

The woman nodded. "She asks me all the time if she really got an abortion, and it does bother her."

I wanted to cry. The grief of that poor woman caused by the evil of an industry that not only profits from the death of living human babies, but celebrates it. Lord, help us.
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Those who mock the poor insult their Maker; those who are glad at calamity will not go unpunished. Proverbs 17:5

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John 8:44

You are of your father the devil, and your will is to do your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and has nothing to do with the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies.