The New Year. A time for fresh starts, clean slates, renewed hopes and dreams and promises.
The local abortion center is closed, so I am home, resting, rather than standing in the rain (again) to speak for the unborn. I was there yesterday with our Cities4Life team however. It was raining (again) but two women left without aborting their child. That closed the year with at least 503 babies saved at that terrible place. Cause for rejoicing. Still... so many were slaughtered...
The past year there has been more opposition from the “pro-choice” crowd. They have become more aggressive blocking our access to the women, ripping our information with life-changing resources out of women’s hands, and cajoling those inclined to choose life to instead just ignore us and do what they came to do.
Frontline ministry at an abortion center is not for the timid or thin-skinned. It is not for those who think following God leads to ease, comfort, and material blessing on every front. It is not for those who are so focused on pre-conceived results that discouragement quickly sets in.
But it is for those who take the biblical admonition seriously to “rescue those being led away to death; hold back those stumbling to the slaughter.” Or to “speak for those who cannot speak for themselves, and to defend the rights of the vulnerable.” It is for those who feel obedience to Christ far exceeds the lure of worldly comfort or sometimes evident sign of success.
Yesterday, one of the “prochoice” women interupted my discussion with a young mother who was actually interested in our offer of a free ultrasound. She led that conflicted woman into the clinic, and told her she could not enter the clinic with the information I had given her, information that alone has changed some women’s minds on abortion. She took it from her and threw it in the trash.
That “pro-choice” woman had a water bottle that she set nearby on the curb as she tried to block us from handing out our helpful information and resources. The bottle said, “Shout your abortion.” It attempted to celebrate the choice to dismember living human babies. It proudly trumpeted the delight in women killing their own children. It made a grievous, barbaric, gruesome murder of a baby appear to be a source of triumph.
It just made me sad...and sick at heart.
But it is a New Year. Perhaps this will be the year abortion will end. If not, our teams will be back on the sidewalk every day the abortion center is open. Would you consider joining us this year?
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Ephesians 4:22-24
To put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.
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