Saturday, November 5, 2016

I Know, But I Have To Do It!

There they were again, driving into the abortuary parking lot, then driving out and around the block, this, the third time around.  

We knew they were heading for this place of death, but probably convicted in their hearts, especially being that their front license plate said, 'In God We Trust'!

The fourth time around they pulled in, and parked in the back.  I ran around so that I could possibly speak with them when they got out of their car, which I began to do.  The young man accompanying the abortion bound woman came over and listened to my offers and pleas of help, taking the brochure I offered to him.  

At that point, the young lady got out of the car, and I began pleading with her, but realized she did not speak English, only Spanish, which I can not speak.

Anna in front of the awhc abortuary
Thank the Lord, my friend Anna who speaks Spanish fluently, who was also sidewalk counseling, came walking to the back and immediately began appealing to her, asking her to come over, which she did.  

For the next fifteen minutes Anna spoke, reasoned and pleaded with this woman who began crying as she explained that she knew this was murder that she was contemplating, and that God says thou shalt not kill.....but she had to do it, even though she proclaimed to love Christ!

Did you get that, I mean, did you really get that?  She was standing on the edge of a precipice, knowing good from evil, that God hates the hands that shed innocent blood, and choosing evil, because she thought that was the only way.

Anna continued to plead with her, even getting on her knees crying, it was surreal, that is the only way I can put it, just surreal! 

Here we were, Anna on her knees begging this woman to let her innocent and precious child live, with myself and another sidewalk counselor trying to figure out the words between the two...but knowing what was going on because of the tears, and the absolute battle going on in the eyes of the weeping abortion bound mama.

With all of our pleas with her, she began to walk toward the abortuary door.  Our hearts dropped, and we felt so helpless....a little child being led to the slaughter, knowing that this child would be dismembered, decapitated, disembowelled or poisoned in the womb, we wept.

We didn't give up though, as we went to the waiting room window and began speaking to her, and the other mama's waiting to have someone stop their innocent baby's heartbeat.

We sang hymns, worship songs; we prayed and cried out to God that HE would intervene on behalf of this woman's child and the other women.  We prayed that God would convict their hearts...we weeped.

But....we never saw her come out, and I don't know how it ended, except to think that that precious baby lost his or her life, and my heart ached and still aches.  I can only pray that, at the last minute she changed her mind.

In the end, we tried, and I don't ever think I will forget Anna on her knees begging this woman to not kill her baby, offering her help, telling her to go next door for free help, that there are so many people that wanted to help her.  No, I will never forget that, it will be etched on my mind forever.

We see women change their minds, but we also witness heartbreaking things such as this, but, I will praise my Savior, and ask HIM to heal my heart so that I can return to the killing fields and continue to try to rescue those unjustly sentenced to death; to try to be that voice for the voiceless and to expose this horrible evil.

And in that, I will continue to run the race with patience set before me, trusting and leaving the results to Him, and praise HIM even in the times when my heart is broken.

Can we weep for the children?

Friday, August 5, 2016

She Didn't Know Who the Father Was....

There she was, a beautiful young woman exiting her vehicle at a place she probably never thought she would come to, but here she was.

"Hi, my name is Michele, and this is Pat, come and speak with us please, we want to help, abortion is
 EPOC abortuary, owned by Pendergraft
not the answer."  This I pleaded with her as she began her walk toward the door of the EPOC abortuary.

"No, I'm fine," to which I responded, "No, honey, you aren't fine, you are at a place that kills little baby boys and girls, and you are heading in there to do the same to your precious baby which was created in the image of God Almighty, please come talk with me."

She did come over and talk with me, to which I was so thankful.  She tried to act jovial, but I could see through the charade, and at the same time, the Lord immediately poured out a tremendous amount of love for this woman upon me.

I gave her one of our brochures and explained to her that there was alot of help in our community, and that there is never a good reason to have an abortion. 

She than informed me that she had already been to one of the pregnancy centers in the area and said emphatically, "I have to have this abortion, I just have to!"

I asked her why she felt she just had to have this abortion, but the same words just kept coming forth out of her mouth over and over, "I just have to have an abortion, there is no other way!"

I once again asked her, and looked into her eyes, "Why do you feel it is so important that you kill this innocent child nestled in your womb?"

She then looked at me and said, "I don't know who the father is......"

I looked at her and shared that even though this big mistake/sin had happened, and she didn't know who the father was, it still wasn't right to take this out on her baby, that this baby was precious know matter how he/she was conceived.

I then began to share my testimony with her, how I had committed multiple abortions, and that no excuse I ever had or gave merited killing my innocent children, they had done nothing wrong.  I shared with her how my life fell into a deep pit and a mess after my first abortion, for many years.

She posed the question, "Why and how did your life change after your abortion, to which I was able to explain to her that with each abortion a murder occurs, no matter how small that child is, or how big they are.  Each woman knows that she has paid someone to kill her baby and 
not one woman can walk away from killing her child and expect to be okay, because she won't be.

I than asked her if she grew up in the church, and right away she answered my question with a resounding yes.  I looked at her and than said, "You know that God hates the hands that shed innocent blood and that HE says thou shall not kill, right?"  Her response was yes.

But, she than began to say once again, " I've just got to do this", and began to walk toward the entrance to this place of death. I began to say, I/we are going to be praying that God convicts your heart and that you will not be able to do this!  

As she walked closer to the door, I spoke loudly, "I know that you have enough of God left in you to know this is very wrong, and even if you go into that dark place, you will not be able to do this, you won't!"

Pat and I began to pray, we cried out to the Lord God Almighty asking HIM to intervene on behalf of this innocent child and to convict her heart.

Shortly, she came out with 'the clipboard', walked to her car, got into it, but left the door wide open, and continued to talk with us while she filled out the paper.  I never backed down, and continued to speak the truth to her.  She then asked me, "have you heard of the new commandment?"

I said, "oh yes, to love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind and soul, and love your neighbor as yourself.  And honey, you are not loving God if you are going to kill your baby. You cannot kill your child and love God!"

She said, "but I love God," to which I told her again, "honey, you can not love God and plan to kill your baby."

She then got up and walked into the mill, and within five minutes came walking out quite quickly, looking at us with troubled eyes and said, "I can't do it, I just can't do it!"

"I knew you couldn't do it, I told you that you would not be able to do it!"

She walked over to me and I asked if I could hug her, to which she immediately said yes, and  began to weep while I held her in my arms!  Oh the joy, to hear her weep and to hold her, I was so thankful at that moment, beyond measure.  No more was there the jovial charade, but instead tears, sorrow, and conviction at the thought of killing her child.  Now was relief mixed with the tears, she could leave this horrible place with her child still snug in her womb!

As she left, I told her that we are there for her, and we will remain there for her and the baby.  I looked at her and once again said, "I knew that you couldn't go through with it, your baby is so precious, and so are you."  There were other words, and than she drove off with tears falling down her cheeks.

I praise God that HE allowed me to be there at the EPOC abortuary yesterday to proclaim HIS glorious truth, to speak up for this child who had no voice, to let a mommy know that killing her baby was the absolute wrong thing to do, and to share with her the true gospel of Christ with her.

If you have never been to an abortion mill to minister, or to pray, hold a sign, worship, read scripture or preach, please do.  You will never really understand what and how horrendous abortion truly is until you stand before these gates of hell.  

Thank you Lord for this life saved, and for convicting this mommy's heart.  Please help her to stand strong and not be wavered by fear, but may she place her complete trust in you oh Lord.