She Could Not Pray for Years...BUT Then Chose Life...

A young woman stopped her car beside me, her eyes wide and frightened. The security guard from the abortion center rushed over to tell her the abortion center was the next driveway. She glanced at him but reached for the literature I handed her. 

“We have free ultrasound and pregnancy testing on our RV parked right here,” I told her. “Would you be willing to look at your baby on the ultrasound?”

“Free?”she asked. Her eyes were shiny, tears threatening. I knew this was a woman that did not want to abort but some overriding concern was on her heart. So I shared the humanity of her child, our resources, and the truth of God’s word regarding unborn life  in the few seconds I had before the security guard insisted she move. 

This time, she listened to the security guard’s insistence, and with an apologetic look my way, pulled into the abortion center. I watched her as she walked to the door, clutching the literature I had given her. The “pro-choice escort” stopped her. She told the woman she could not bring the Tiny Hands literature into the clinic. In fact, she could not HAVE it. The “pro-choice escort” took the literature from the woman and threw it in the trash.

I have been on that sidewalk a long time. I rarely lose my temper as I know the people there are LOST and broken. But every time I see the “pro-choice” people do everything in their power to sway a conflicted woman to one choice, death, I am perplexed and angered anew by the level of self deception and evil.

Within five minutes, the woman, T, emerged. She got in her car, pulled out of the driveway and to the side of the road. I hurried over after doing a little happy dance. 

“Can I still see my baby?” T asked in tears.

On the RV, not only did T see her baby but shared a life of deep struggle. Every terrible obstacle she faced, Courtney (the fantastic RV nurse) and I were able to counter with a resource to help her. And then we shared the Gospel. T asked many questions, and it was clear to all of us that she wanted Jesus in her broken life. I asked if she wanted to pray with us to submit her life right then to the lord.

“Oh no, I can’t do that,” she said. “I haven’t prayed in years...not since I walked away from God...And I have never prayed out loud.”

We assured her we would pray for her and she did not need to say a word. “But if you are feeling God tugging at your heart, give your life to Jesus soon. And please...let me know if you do,” I said.

I prayed, and then Courtney prayed and we said, “Amen.”

Then we heard a tiny voice beside us say, “And Lord, one more thing...”  

T, who had not been able to pray to God in years and had never prayed aloud spoke to Him now. She didn’t ask Jesus to be Lord, not yet, but it was clear God was wooing her. She chose life, and hugged us after her soft, simple prayer.  I told her that every resource we had discussed would be set in place within the next couple of days. 

I stayed in touch, sending encouraging Bible verses that evening and the next morning. As I was driving back to the sidewalk the following day, I received this text from T. Her words are in the grey text bubbles.

A woman who had lost all hope was now filled with optimism. A woman who had been unable to pray because she was so overcome with her sin was now assured of God’s love and her place in His kingdom. 

A baby who was to be sacrificed to fear and deception was now safe, alive, and loved.

Praise God for the ministry of Cities4Life.

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1 John 5:5 ESV Who is it that overcomes the world except the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?

He is Risen! He is Alive!

He is risen!! The most wonderful words ever spoken, and among the most verifiable truth by any honest standard. The disciples were terrified, quaking in the upper room, all having fled the scene of Jesus’ death. They had all denied Him. Not one stood with Him during those horrible hours of unspeakable agony as His enemies sought to destroy Him. Yet when those cowardly disciples claimed to have seen Jesus resurrected, alive, everything changed. 

They became bold champions of that truth despite persecution and torture. None recanted, not even during horrific martyr’s death which all but one of the eleven disciples who claimed to see the risen Christ endured. 

Why? 

Why die for something you KNOW to be untrue? And they KNEW. One way or the other, they KNEW. They had either seen the risen Christ or they had not! 

Extrabibilical sources from that time period all agree on the historical facts: Jesus lived, claimed to be God, died by crucifixion, and His followers and 500 witnesses all claimed to see Him alive three days later. The tomb where He was buried was empty.

One easy way to disprove the claims as the early church exploded...produce a body. 

                                                                                    No 

                                                                                   One 

                                                                                   did....        

             

                                                                   because no one could.  

                      

                                                                                    He 

                                                                                    is 

                                                                                  risen.

                                                                                    He

                                                                                    Is

                                                                                  Alive!

Charlotte Abortionist calls out “Rape Them and Send Them Here!”

On April 20, 2019, Ron Virmani, the abortionist who works at A Preferred Women’s Health Center on Latrobe Drive in Charlotte called out to Cities4Life volunteers, “Rape them, and send them here!” He has said this multiple times, but was caught on video doing so this time. This is a man who has no admitting privileges to any area hospitals and has lost his license in the past due to sexual misconduct. 

Does that sound like the words one would desire of a provider in an industry that claims to protect women’s rights and choices?

Ron Virmani lost his license multiple times due to medical infractions or sexual misconduct, resulting in no admitting privileges to any area hospital. In 1992, he admitted to having improper sexual relationship with a patient for which his license was surrendered as he sought required treatment. Many serious charges have been leveled against this abortionist, as chronicled HERE.

This is the man and clinic that “pro-choice clinic defenders” support. Using umbrellas with amplified sound tucked in the fabric, the “defenders” attempt to block the patients from being seen or from hearing the calls from Cities4Life volunteers who are offering truth about the abortionist as well as tangible hope and help to render a choice for life more probable.

Of perhaps greater concern is the fact that Charlotte City Council is actively in the process of attempting to legalize a 200-foot quiet buffer zone which will affect the ability of the pro-life group to exercise their first amendment right to speak on behalf of the unborn and offer help. A single member of City Council, Ed Driggs, voiced deep concern over what he sees as a political agenda to silence a message of which some members of City Council don’t approve. He says this sets a very dangerous, and frankly unconstitutional, precedent. For Ed Driggs’ recorded words as well as the history of City Council’s attempts to squash the first amendment rights of prolife volunteers, click HERE.

Compare the record and words of the abortionist that City Council and “Pro-choice”  groups are defending by their actions with the words below of a mother helped by Cities4Life. Whose message do you believe our city should support, or at lease refrain from limiting constitutional rights that allow that message to be heard? 

      -The organization employing the abortionist who calls out, “Rape them and send them here,” 

       -or  the group who is offering hope and help so that women make a choice other than death for their baby? 

Valerie, whose testimony is below, has been helped by Cities4Life and fellow pro-life ministries for a period of four years now.

Saving Cyndia, my baby- My Testimony

- Valerie 4/19/19

The definition of Life, in my opinion, was being able to respond to external stimuli. So in that case, I thought babies in the womb were not really life. I  considered them “just a fetus” in my eyes. That all changed when I met the sidewalk counselors with Cities4Life. They made a great impact on me when it came to understanding the value of life. 

In early 2015, I was lost and trying to figure out what to do. I was pregnant. No prenatal care. No ultrasound. I had not heard my baby’s heartbeat. I did not see the fetus as a life.

As I was driving into the abortion center,  I saw signs and heard people over loud speakers saying, “Choose life! Don’t kill your baby.”

Personally, I had my mind made up. I saw women come in and out as I sat in the car thinking,  “Ok, I’m really gonna do this.”

So I went in.  It was a blinding fast rush to get me to the back room. Once I got back, they confirmed the pregnancy. And then I waited a long time. They took me to another back room and  told me to take off my pants. They lifted my shirt and performed an ultrasound. I asked if I could see the ultrasound, but she said no. 

At that point,  I could hear the loud speakers outside loud and clear:

“Save your baby! Save your baby! Save your baby!  Don't do this! You don't have to do this! Come let us help you, let us help you!” 

So after the ultrasound, the lady operating the ultrasound went out of the room. I got dressed and left that place. As I walked outside, I can remember Vicky, from cities4life. The expression on her face still is so clear to me. 

I received a free ultrasound on the RV parked on the curb. I heard my baby's heartbeat and I even saw her squirm when I talked. I received contact and follow-up information and I left. I chose life. I now understood my baby WAS life.

Cities4life was there for me every step of the way — from baby clothes and supplies, to encouraging words, to a baby shower, to ultrasounds, two photo shoots… It was just great! Although I made a bad choice by having unprotected sex,  I should not take it out on God’s creation.

My daughter was born on my birthday. That was confirmation for me that I made the right decision and my daughter’s life has a divine purpose. After the delivery, Vicky came to see me and drew a portrait of my daughter. It was so beautiful. Cities4life donated clothes for the first two years of her life. I was given the opportunity to publicly speak at City Council meetings to tell them how I was so glad Cities4life had been there to help me and my baby.

Cities4life even to this day encourages me to be bigger than my situations. I have continued to strive and move closer and closer towards my purpose in life before God. It still isn’t easy but it’s all worth it to share a birthday with my daughter…which she would not have had if Cities4life had not been there.

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If this overreach of City Council concerns you, and you are outraged that they are hindering the group that is helping Charlotte be a city of Life, not an abortion capitol of the Southeast, please contact every member of City Council. Encourage them to desist in pursuing the unnecessary and unconstitutional sound barrier clearly targeted at silencing the pro-life voice at abortion centers.

https://charlottenc.gov/CityCouncil/Pages/default.aspx

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Proverbs 12:20 

Deceit is in the heart of those who devise evil, but those who plan peace have joy.

An Uber Driver Saves A Baby At an Abortion Center

Tuesday, April 2, it snowed as I headed out to the abortion center sidewalk to speak for the unborn and offer help to the mamas with our Cities4life team. 

Snow. In April. In Charlotte, NC.

And not just a nice warm fluffy snow. Snow mixed with rain and sleet and COLD that seeped into our bones. Our team was chilled to the core. We had been out there for three long cold hours when one of our young volunteers stopped a car. The driver was a Hispanic man, and the occupant a Hispanic woman. Neither spoke English. Fortunately, Hannah spoke Spanish. She is not fluent like her mother Connie, but she was able to say enough to persuade the young woman to wait while she got her mother.

Another young team member ran down the snowy wet sidewalk to alert Connie.

“Come, quick Connie. A Hispanic couple!”

Connie dashed down the sidewalk to the car parked on the curb. She talked with them a long time. The man was surprised he had driven the woman to an abortion clinic. She had not told him that her destination would bring about the death of her unborn child. The man promised to talk to the woman, took our literature, and pulled into the parking lot. 

They sat in the car a long time, obviously looking through our information and talking. We all prayed. Our entire team at their different posts along the sidewalk prayed. The cold snow and rain continued to soak into every molecule of warmth. The woman got out of the car and walked to the abortion center. Connie called out to her but she went in.

The man drove out and paused at the driveway. Connie urged him to pull over and let her talk with him. She discovered tha man did know the woman, but he was an Uber driver. He was only giving her a ride and had no idea he’d been bringing her to an abortion center. He had to leave for his next client who was waiting for him. He was a Christian, and felt abortion was wrong. He was almost in tears over having brought her to this place. He said he had even offered her $500 if only she would not abort, but she had refused.

“But if you go back in, fight for that baby, you could maybe save a life,” Connie told him.

“You are right,” he said. “I could.” 

He called the client waiting for him and said he had an emergency. He was sorry, but he had to cancel. Then he got out of his car, a resolute expression on his face, and walked past us all, up the driveway, and into the abortion center. 

We all prayed. Up and down the sidewalk, our team prayed for the battle raging for that child’s life. The cold, wet snow and sleet laid a frozen blanket on us.

A few moments later, the Uber driver emerged, his arm entwined in the woman’s arm. She smiled as she reached Connie.

“We will call you,” the Uber driver said.

“We love you and we will help you,” Connie promised the young woman in Spanish.

Connie told me later she almost didn’t go to the sidewalk yesterday. She knew it would be wretchedly cold and even snowing, and she drives a long way to get there. But she battled Satan and said, “No, I will go.” Her obedience to God made all the difference.

The Uber driver was an ordinary man, earning his livelihood as best he could, completely unaware as he started his route that God would call Him to stop everything, walk into a stronghold of Satan, and rescue two lives on a road of destruction. Because he heeded the call, a baby was saved from death, and a young lady was saved from the lifelong repercussions of a choice to destroy her own child.

The Uber driver became a hero, a champion for God yesterday. We don’t even know his name. We are certain, however, that God does.

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““To you, O men, I call, And my voice is to the sons of men.

I love those who love me; And those who diligently seek me will find me.

Blessed is the man who listens to me, Watching daily at my gates, Waiting at my doorposts. For he who finds me finds life And obtains favor from the LORD.”

‭‭PROVERBS‬ ‭8:4, 17, 34-35‬ ‭NASB‬‬