God Sent You All Here Just For Us

I was told that there is no “Human Disposal” law in North Carolina, thus the babies dismembered at the local abortion center can be legally dumped down the garbage disposal. However, further searching revealed that a 2015 law requires the fetal remains be buried, cremated, or incinerated. Thus, the baby remains are often put in a biohazard bag and taken away with “medical waste.” This saddens me deeply but to do what we do urging Moms to choose life on the sidewalk of abortion centers, we cannot focus on the sorrow ... I choose to focus on the joy. 

It may be hard to believe there is joy in that place, but read on. Settle back with a cup of coffee and be ready to find redemption and joy,  even in this dark and evil place where Cities4Life and its partner ministry Help Pregnancy Center minister every day the abortion center is open. HELP Pregnancy Center sends an RV each day which parks on the curb of the abortion center. It is equipped with a mobile ultrasound and staffed by nurses and trained sonographers.

I am the volunteer coordinator, and the one you will contact because you are so convicted that God is telling you to put down your coffee at the end of this blog and join us! We have several new volunteers, all of which are at a point where they are well trained to handle whatever comes their way. To set the scene, yesterday I was on the microphone as the twenty or so women were lining up at the door to abort their babies. I was speaking to the women as I always do about the sacred, precious nature of their babies made in God’s image, the humanity and development of their unborn child, the hope and help of our network of supporters and resources, and the barbarity of abortion. This particular morning, I felt God nudging me to speak about coercion to abort. I usually only speak about that if I see what I suspect is coercion. I did not see anything of the sort, but spent at least five or ten minutes reminding the women that no one can coerce another person to abort or threaten them if they do not abort. I told them that was illegal, and all they had to do was yell “Help” inside the center or run to us and we would call the police and help them.

The women filed in and I headed up the road to encourage cars to pull over to take our information before they reached the evil darkness of the abortion center. One of our new volunteers, Natalie, was posted at the driveway. Some of our volunteers were clustering and calling out to two women who had left the abortion center. Shortly thereafter,  a car roared out of the center’s lot and zoomed past me at about sixty miles an hour. The driver looked majorly TICKED OFF.

It turns out, a young girl had stormed out of the abortion center and refused to return. Her mother started yelling at her, “You get back in line!” Then she noticed our volunteers watching and calling out to the girl offering help. The mom let go of her daughter’s arm, and they got in the car and zoomed away. Undoubtedly, if we had not been there, that girl would have had no support in challenging her mother’s coercion to abort. One of our counselors later told me about how her own mother had tried to force her to abort and how damaging that had been. I have heard countless stories of teens forced to abort against their own conscience and convictions and the lasting trauma that resulted. The “pro-choice” crowd doesn’t like to talk about coercion though some statistics suggest 60% of abortions are coerced in one way or another.

Natalie came up the road to inform me of what had transpired and then returned to her post. Almost immediately, a car drove down the street towards the abortion center. It slowed down but did not stop for me. It did stop for Natalie. It pulled over to the curb and two women got out. I could tell it was likely another young girl and her mother. Within seconds both were clearly crying and enveloped in the arms of our counselors. Then they walked to the RV, counselors’ arms around their shoulders.

The young girl had confided to her mother that morning she thought she was pregnant. The mother was devastated. They headed to the abortion center, but both were distraught as they believed in God and knew abortion was wrong. When they stopped for Natalie and she offered our free help and resources, both women began to cry and told Natalie, “God sent you all here just for us.”

The time on the RV was spent strengthening the mom and her daughter in their faith and trust of God. Importantly, as Liz, the Cities4Life counselor, and Sherry, the nurse, shared truth with them, the two held each others’ hands. Lines of communication that had been closed were opened. Frank discussions about sexual behavior and God’s protective plans for chastity and obedience to His commands were explored. In the end, the girl turned out not to be pregnant, but what they received on the RV was life changing. Absorbing the truth of God always is.

Natalie hurried up the road to tell me what had happened. She was glowing. It was the first woman that had stopped for her and changed her mind about abortion. Natalie was overflowing with joy. She had been discouraged that morning over a few items outside her control. How like God to reward His good and faithful servant with a blessing of redemption to remind her how He is in control, and if we trust Him, it will be okay.

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Addendum: after writing the blog today, I got a call from another fairly new young counselor who had gone to the abortion center to support her brother who wanted to spend the morning there speaking for the unborn. A young mother stopped for Angela, decided she would keep her baby, and Angela gave her my name and number for help. Angela, like Natalie was overcome with excitement and joy that God had used her!

I just got a call, and my phone said No Caller ID. I answered and a tremulous voice said one sentence, “Thank you...I’m keeping my baby.”

1 Peter 3:15 

But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect,