|AWHC abortuary, New Years Eve.|
It was dark, dreary, chilly and the parking lot was packed.
The faces were not filled with joy anticipating the New Year; just dread, anger, sorrow and despair.
This is when I noticed the young man, he looked lost, saddened and perplexed; I called out to him and asked if I could help. I just wanted him to know there was help.
He walked toward me and I recognized that face; the face of guilt, shame, condemnation, confusion, but a determination to convince one self that what they are doing is right.
I introduced myself and asked how I could help him; he said with a downtrodden face, "There is nothing you can do, I've already tried."
I said, "there is always hope, always."
He went on to inform me that he was a Christian, that his daddy was even a pastor, and he couldn't believe he was here in this mess.
The mess he was referring to was the fact that he was at the local abortuary and his girlfriend who was pregnant, was inside, waiting to abort their baby!
"I know, I know, but......" The buts that we hear so often.
I reminded him of the scripture, "Rescue those unjustly sentenced to death, hold back those staggering to the slaughter (Proverbs 24:11)," and "Speak up for those who have no voice (Proverbs 31:8)." I told him, you must try one more time, this is what God would have you to do! This is a matter of life and death, and just as Harriet Tubman risked her life in the middle of winter to rescue slaves, you must try to rescue your baby!
He took a brochure with information of all the help available and with convicted eyes said, "Yes, I will go back in and try to get her out, I don't think she will, but I will try."
And he headed back into that dark place of death, where so many innocent lives have been tragically lost. I put out the call for prayer warriors to pray, so the prayers began.
Awhile later, he came out and told me it was too late, there were tears in his eyes; I believe the reality of this nightmare really hit him. Earlier while talking, before going inside the mill, he had told me that a couple days prior, he had gone to church and felt that God was telling him not to have the abortion, he said he was sure that God spoke to his heart about this. He shared this with his girlfriend, but she insisted on the abortion.
He then looked at me and said, "and here you are, talking to me, and about God." I said, "this can be the day that you get right back with God, and do it HIS way, you know what I'm talking about."
Now, here he was, getting ready to be the father of a dead baby, one of God's precious children.
|Amber with Abbie & Josh reaching out|
to abortion bound men &women.
We waited and waited and then we saw the young man drive his car to the back; we knew that meant the abortion was over and she would be coming out.
We went to the back and sure enough his drugged up barren girlfriend was coming out, a broken woman, with a broken baby.
After getting inside the vehicle, the car drove toward us and stopped, he rolled the window down and I looked at his tear stained eyes; true brokeness was over this man and I said, "please, right away, try to get her in post abortion counseling (she was to out of it to understand), and then I looked at him and said, "and you are going to need post abortion counseling." I showed him where he could go to a men's post abortion group. With tears streaming down his face, he said he would. I gave him my number and told him to call, and I pray he will.
Yes, for this couple, New Years Eve will never be the same, it will always be a reminder of the day their baby was killed. But I pray, that through this horror, that this young man will return to the Father, the creator of this universe, to leave the ways of the world and run back to HIM with reckless abandon.
This, oh God is what I pray, January 1, 2014.