“Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of My family, you did it to Me.” Matthew 25:40

SATURDAY, AUGUST 28, 2010-- As promised, we arrived early and delivered the new car seat to the ecstatic father. He was on the sidewalk waiting for us. We quickly unloaded signs and set up our vital outreach to the scheduled abortion-bound mothers. James smoked and stood with us, thanking us and asking questions about the abortion mill. Clients began arriving only to be told that they had to wait till the doors opened to kill their babies from previous days. These were the late-term ones waiting.

The new father and mother came across the street in a wheelchair to thank us for the new car seat and all the baby supplies we helped them with. The large prayer group was delighted to have them join us on the sidewalk celebrating new life. The hospital guards then came across the street and informed them that they couldn’t be with us; they had to return to the hospital. I kidded them saying, “We’re so dangerous you know.” They laughed and thanked us before the gestapo took them back in the hospital.
    The rosary group signaled and we noticed the single mother getting out of her car and Franklin the deathscort standing by her car. We walked over and introduced ourselves Franklin interjected by telling her my name and how we have differing opinions on the issue of abortion. I handed her a brochure and told her of how we could help her with other options. I also explained why we are there, our free resources including ultrasound, and how God had a plan for her life and the life of her baby. She had already been tearing up. As they walked onto the property of Hope Clinic, someone from the rosary group asked her to save her baby and I told her there was still time to change her mind. We prayed and continued with our reconnaissance mission.

I thanked him and continued ministering to the clients pulling onto the parking lot. I then noticed the single woman walking back out and followed her to the street. She turned to me and broke down crying, “Everything is gonna be okay.” I asked her if these were tears of joy. She whispered, “Yes ma’am. I can’t do it,” and we hugged. I gave her another brochure and told her to call me. She thanked me and got into her car and drove off.

 A few minutes, later I turned around to view a couple of ladies walking to the car in front of me. The passenger looked at me and said, “I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill my baby!” I opened my arms and she came into them crying and telling me she was 13 weeks pregnant. I handed “Shonna” a brochure and went over resources we can help her with. I then asked her in front of the seminarians and Fr Chris, “What changed your mind?” She responded, “The fact I’m 13 weeks pregnant and all you standing out here.” I turned to Fr Chris and smiled I asked her, “What about the people screaming at you in the alley?” She said, “Oh, that is horrible! It just makes you want to run inside.”She complained she had to pay $138.00 dollars for her ultrasound" " I told you I would do it for free" I said, and added "did they give you a picture?" she showed me a picture of the crown of baby's head.."That is the only view they give mothers, so they know how much to charge for the abortion" we said.. I asked Fr. Chris and the seminarians to pray with these lovely ladies and we did. Fr. Chris blessed them with some breakfast money. Thank you all for helping us, and they drove off the lot.
    If I can throw a single ray of light across the path of another, if I can aid some soul to clearer sight of life and duty and thus bless my brother or sister, if I can wipe from any human cheek a tear, I shall not have lived in vain while here.

It’s a boy! "Snips and snails and puppy dog tails...that's what little boys are made of"

Wednesday, August 25, 2010-- One half of our ministry was keeping watch on the wall in the City of Slaughter where death dwells; the other half was ministering to a young lady who chose to save her baby. We were about to witness an in depth view of her baby. With much anticipation in a darkened room, we held hands and turned to the screen. The technician pointed to several cross sections, and before she said a word, I recognized a feature on this baby. I smiled, and she announced, “It’s a boy!” My heart fluttered.

            The pregnant girl looked over at me to see my reaction. With tears in my eyes, I fell in love once again with this tiny, yet perfect image on the screen. A tear fell from my cheek. “He’s the most beautiful baby,” I softly whispered and squeezed her hand. “Look! He’s waving at us!” I exclaimed as his small hand came closer to the screen. I thought about our first meeting…this little one’s destiny was being contemplated inside the abortion mill. Thank God she came inside our ultrasound van where little lives are saved and hearts changed. Psalms 139:14 "I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made"..

"Let each of you look not to your own interests, but to the interest of others" Philippians 2:4

Saturday, August 21, 2010--  Now this is what I'm talking about, being in service to others. This precious little baby girl was saved last fall inside our ultrasound van. These are the "fruits of our labors" that we toil and sacrifice for. Praying, educating, exposing, standing, showing the truth, and sharing God's love by being a blessing to others who find themselves in a place they should not be. We are the Lord's army embedded on the frontlines as the LAST HOPE in the battle for LIFE!

      Imported foot soldiers drove over three hours in the wee hours of this morning to join forces with our ministry and peacefully stand, pray, and intercede for the least of these. Throughout the hot and humid morning vigil, we confirmed four precious babies' lives spared through our prayers and efforts. We rejoiced by sharing bread, wine, and fellowship with our kindred spirits.We closed in prayer.
      We rest in the comfort of knowing that the Lord guides our footsteps and destiny. Every time we look into a saved baby's face, we see real HOPE. Proverbs 23:18 "There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off."

  

Friday the 13th "Over 3,000.00 dollars walked away from this slaughterhouse"

      If you believe in superstitions and the occult I think this is considered a “high day” where bad things happen? Black cats and all that junk…But this was an EXTREMELY good day! By quittin’ time (or day’s end) over $3000.00 walked away from this deathtrap. Praise God!! Our ministry with the help of our Lord took over $3000.00 from the devil’s wallet. Yeah, we’re going to take some hits on this one, but it’s all good!

     Much later in the morning as we were packing up, we witnessed a car pull onto the lot looking for a parking spot. We met them at the edge of the lot and began speaking to them. The passenger accepted our literature. We pointed to a parking space available, but continued offering to help them with another option. I could tell they were uncertain on the scheduled abortion. They went ahead, parked, and got out. We continued speaking on the Lord’s stimulus package and how He works through our ministry. They agreed to come inside for a free ultrasound and BAM! God really began speaking.

   We went over preliminaries and quickly scanned. To their surprise, we viewed an approx 20.5 week old baby girl. Tears welled in her eyes. The father’s heart turned to his daughter auditioning on the screen. “Is that my baby?” he asked. “Yes.” They both began asking me to describe various body parts and functionings. “Look, there’s a foot!” She smiled. We inquired why they felt aborting this baby was the answer, and they proceeded to share their plight: jobless, struggling with one child already…She then turned to the father and said, “It’s not all up to me.” “How about it daddy? What are we going to do?” I asked. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen, that baby is over halfway here; all she needs is a little more time. What can we do to help you keep the baby?” He offered, “I want to get into the Air Force. Can she join me?” After smiling up at the heavens and thanking God for wisdom, I offered to put them in touch with military personnel we personally know that could better assure and inform them of the opportunities and benefits in the military. We went over physician follow-up and resources. He then turned to  me and asked, “Why do you want to help us?” “Because God told me to. He gave me my marching orders over 18 years ago to be our brother’s keeper and defend the defenseless. This is my passion, this is my joy: to serve others.”

      It took 55 minutes to save that baby! But God was watching our backs and provided. Alleluia!

“It’s not a baby right now, and we can put a stop to it before it becomes something...”

SATURDAY, AUGUST 7, 2010
     Straight from the pit of hell those words were told to an abortion-bound mother by the abortion recovery room nurse and butcher Ryan Goskie via the toll free abortion mill phone.

     A few minutes earlier, we witnessed the SUV Navigator parked by the fire hydrant. “Kayla” and her friend walked by the large group of rosary warriors and up to the door as we softly pleaded mercy for her unborn baby and offered free help. Kayla was at the door only seconds when she began crying and ran back to the SUV. She got inside and buried her head sobbing. We were able to speak with the driver by the car. The portly deathscorts tried to push their way up to the car; they were held at bay. A few of the brave rosary warriors, including a former grand knight, surrounded us from the deathscorts. It was a battle of life versus death.
     Kayla was a freshman entering college in another city and she felt there was no way she could have a baby on a college campus. Mary, Donna, and Cathy all helped us comfort and listen to the young girl. Her friend tried talking her into motherhood and she showed us a picture of her baby boy. She was a single parent and raising her child while going to school.
     Kayla declined an ultrasound at the time, so we gave her heaven. We spoke on God’s plan and His child. The f.o.b. was not interested in the pregnancy at all and would not pay the requested $900.00 dollars for the abortion. She was 16 weeks pregnant; that’s four months. Ryan, what nursing school did you go to?? If it’s not a baby at four months, what is it Ryan?? Do you see how the abortion mill staff LIES to women? That is why they go after our ultrasound van. It shows what is living inside a woman’s womb. The abortion mill HATES us!

     We offered several options and a strategy for her to finish school and still be a mother. We offered to adopt the baby. “Kayla, there is a reason why you did not go inside and turned and ran back to the car. God is trying to get your attention and He uses His people to do His work. We have several outreaches in the area of that university that will help you while continuing your education. But we are talking about another life here. You’re probably feeling that baby move inside you by now. That is his or her way of telling you, ‘Mommy, I love you. Please let me live.’ That baby will grow up to love and respect you and take care of you when you get older. All your baby needs is a chance.”
     We all took turns speaking and encouraging her. We told her of the many negligence and malpractice lawsuits pending against Hope Clinic because they not only kill babies, but they butcher women. We told her how much money the abortion mill will make off of her baby after they sell its body parts. We asked her if Ryan told her what they do with the dead baby’s body. She said they told her they do research on it. We handed her a body parts price list. She was shocked. “You see, this is all about making money off of a woman’s ‘choice.’ If the abortion clinic really cared about you, they would be doing abortions for free. You don’t see them buying you breakfast or giving you gas money to get back home.”

     Fr. Chris came over and prayed with her. The rosary group was breaking up, but they all kept looking over at us and indicating they were still praying for the situation. It took us two hours, but the Lord prevailed! She was more at peace with her decision. We exchanged contact numbers and gave her much information. She promised to stay in touch and thanked us. We prayed with her before they drove off.
     About this time it was like a cattle call. Late-term mothers were slowly walking to their vehicles. The North Dakota family with their young son in tow came out; she could barely walk due to the painful insertion of the multiple laminarias to dilate her cervix overnight.
     God have mercy…

“It was your signs and what you said to me that changed my mind.”

August 4, 2010--- Flora and her mother pulled out of the lot and into the alley where I handed her a brochure and told her I could show her a free picture of her unborn baby. She began opening her door. I asked, “You want it right now?” “Yes.” We brought her inside before we were set up, but we worked together fast in the heatwave. Her mother waited in the car as Flora questioned, “Oh my God, is that my baby?” “Yes.” We viewed an approximate 15 week old baby. It appeared to be a girl.  “Were you going inside?” we asked her. “Yes, I was here to kill this baby,” she said. “I had been struggling with this decision, but felt it the best…that is until I saw

your sign. They tear them babies up, and when you offered to help me I told my mother to 'Go on over to that lady.'” Thank you Jesus!   

     We went over physician follow-up and resources we could help her with and she was relieved; she had peace. “I’m glad you were here,” she added as she gave us a hug, got into the car, and drove off.

We then tried talking with a mother who brought her daughter in a Jaguar. We asked her, “You can afford a Jaguar, but you can’t afford a grandchild?” She replied, “God gives us a free will.” We replied, “Yes He does, a free will to do the righteous thing. God also gave us scripture and a commandment that says, ‘Thou shalt not kill’; that He hates the shedding of innocent blood; that babies are made in His image.” We can’t take God’s blessings, throw them back in His face, and say, "No thanks God!" God will not be mocked. Nowadays, everyone does as they see fit, unfortunately...

Prayers answered ! Thank you Jesus!

     "Hot time summer  in the city, back of my neck gettin' dirty and gritty." You know the tune! It felt ten times worse, as if we were walking into a furnace on the sidewalks this past week. Tuesday it was 115 with the heat index, but God made a way. Jess, Helen, Stan, Cathy, Good Peggy, even our intern student nurse stood with us. "We human beings can survive the most difficult of circumstances, if we are not forced to stand alone! " Prayers answered!

      And we enjoyed 3 precious babies' lives being spared and viewed on the ultrasound in this terrible heatwave. One of our precious saves prayed with us and Daniel took a wet cloth to wipe her brow and face as she gave her testimony of how grateful she was to have met us. The couple from Illinois sat in their car for over 45 minutes listening and viewing us praying and pleading for their baby. They drove off the lot giving us confirmation that they were saving their child.

     A Black American woman pulled up to us. As we gazed at her dashboard, we noticed a King James Bible. When we told her, "'Thou shalt not kill' was a commandment, not a suggestion," she told us that God will forgive her, and walked inside.So sad...cheap grace.
     We sought shade when we felt our knees buckling. Stan went on a water run.We were blessed with a few drive by cursings. After a while, most of the clients were inside; no one was coming out for smoke breaks. It was too hot!

     We did it! Three hours into our watch, God made a way for us to endure and persevere for His little ones. And when we returned back home, there was a message. Someone had donated a window unit air conditoner for the Granite City mother who was 6 months pregnant sharing an apartment with another mother who has three toddlers. Thank you saints for all your prayers and the donation of an air conditoner. God is so good!

Saints- we need prayers!

Dear Saints,

        We need prayers for this afternoon's predicted century temperatures as we minister outside the deathcamp in Granite City. This has been the hottest July on record, and we have taken notice being there everyday.

        This past Saturday, it was sweltering at 9:00 a.m. with the temperatures and humidity. Church Without Walls joined us on the sidewalks surrounding the mill which helped us get through the adverse weather, but our daughter succumbed to the heat and fainted on the sidewalk. After assessing her, it was determined she suffered heat exhaustion. Some young men helped us get her inside the ultrasound van. We forced fluids and the air-conditioning helped revive her.

        However, this is dangerous weather if you have to be out in it. So please, shoot up a few prayers for our ministry as we stand in the gap for those without a voice. It's afternoon abortions that go into midnight. "I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with My victorious right hand." Isaiah 41:10

       On a lighter note, I have to remind myself that rich people pay hundreds of dollars to sit in little cubicles to sweat. We get to do it for FREE! Ha!

       Be encouraged ~Angela

Granite City's Hope Abortion Clinic Violates HIPAA Laws

Nahum 3:1 "Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without victims!"

             On Saturday, July 31^st, the Midwest's largest, late-term abortion mill released personal medical information to the public. Abortion mills, in particular Hope Clinic, have been exposed for being unsafe, unsanitary, and unregulated. Now medical information is at risk inside this 2 million dollar state of the art chop shop.

            Not only do women need to worry about their personal safety, but they also have to worry about clinic staff releasing their personal medical information. “Jennifer” from Kansas found out Saturday at the Hope Clinic in Granite City, Illinois that they cannot keep personal medical information private.

            After she came out of the Hope Clinic on Saturday morning, a Clinic escort shouted to people standing on the sidewalk, "She's not pregnant!" The escort then took “Jennifer's” picture with her cell phone. We intercepted “Jennifer” as she pulled off the property to see if we could help her as she was visibly upset after hearing an escort scream her medical condition to total strangers. She said, "I'm calling the cops! She took my picture and released my medical info to you people out here. Why would she do that?" 

About fifteen minutes later, Officer M. Maue of the Granite City Police Department came and questioned “Jennifer” about what happened. He then gave her his badge number, pointed to Small Victories director Angela Michael, and said, "These people know me," and told her to go inside the Clinic and get a form to file a HIPAA report. Another futile diversion, as Hope Clinic is its own kingdom and polices itself. They use the local law enforcement as their whipping boys. Deb Wiehardt, assistant director, was on duty, but the executive director was called in to do damage control. Sally Burgess said, "None of our escorts would ever release medical information about any patient." There were several witnesses to verify that they heard this statement made by the escort. As a result, “Jennifer” is filing a complaint with the Illinois Division of Professional Regulation. The HIPAA privacy rule "provides federal protections for personal health information held by covered entities and gives patients an array of rights with respect to that information." (Department of Health and Human Services website)

            A few years ago, the Hope Clinic was sued for a similar debacle as an employee was terminated for releasing medical information concerning a pregnant woman who came for an abortion to her former boyfriend.

            Angela and Daniel Michael of Small Victories talked with two abortion-bound women who saved their babies this day outside of Hope Clinic. One was eight weeks pregnant and another woman who changed her mind is coming back this week for an ultrasound.

            Small Victories Ministry is a Christian based organization with the help of their twelve children, and has led the battle to fight abortion by pioneering the ultrasound movement outside abortion mills. We are there every day the mill is in operation. We are a "window to the womb" with a mobile pregnancy outreach equipped with ultrasound, baby supplies, literature, adoption profiles and information, lawyers and physician referrals. Over 3,600 babies have been saved from abortion with 36 of these babies having been adopted. Currently, we have two babies that were saved from abortion, that are up for adoption.