"I'm 30 weeks pregnant. I didn't know you guys would be out here or you could help me..."

TUESDAY, September 28, 2010

Little children, let us love, not in word or speech, but in truth and action." 1 John 3:18

     Thank you Jesus! It was midnight abortions; abortionist Erin King had arrived early. As the abortion-bound mothers walked quickly up to the purple doors, it was so obvious they were advanced in their pregnancies as their swollen bellies were hanging over the lip of their pants. We pleaded mercy and offered other options. Cars were driving by; many cursing us this day. We knew we were on target with the devil.
        We had just confirmed our third save for the evening when the two college girls from St. Louis University came back out and looked over at us. God was answering prayers. We met them in the alley; the passenger was in tears as she told us her situation. We tried to soothe her and dry her tears as her friend  looked on. Her name was "Hannah." "That's our daughter's name!" We briefly shared her testimony; they smiled. "We would be willing to adopt another baby in order to help you out and save this precious one's life." She looked at me with tears and said, "I' m 30 weeks pregnant. I didn't know there would be anyone out here that would help us or that cared." "Did they show you your baby?" I asked. She handed me a paper. On it was the typical view mothers only get, that is the measurement of the crown  part of the baby's head, "So they know how long it will take to kill your baby and how much to charge. We could show you your baby if you like?" She looked at her friend, "We really don't have time. I just want to get out of this place." We handed her our brochure,  pointed out resources, and quickly prayed with her. She promised to call us.

      As they drove off the lot, we gathered in prayer.We remembered today's 40 Days for Life intention: "May we have a heart and a zeal to save the poor and release the oppressed." Just then Andrea, a recovering addict we spoke to earlier, came out for a cigarette break. She had shared with me her plight. She was in rehab; this was baby number 4. She prayed to God to give her peace and to let this one in her womb come back to her another time as she was trying to get her life back on track. I pleaded with her and said that, "Our God is a loving God; a God of mercy and grace. But God hates the shedding of innocent blood. That baby is innocent. There are other options such as adoption." I shared about the post-abortive depression many women have gone through after their abortions, but Andrea was willing to take this risk. "I'm not here to judge you; that is up to God. But as His messenger, I'm offering you another way out, no matter the circumstances."
       The abortion mill workers were eyeballing us and getting irritated. Finally, the guard came over and scolded Andrea that the staff has called her twice upstairs. 'There is still time to change your mind. God loves your baby, and He wants the best for both of you. Who knows what this child can grow up to be? He is full of endless possibilities. All he needs is a chance." She hugged me and whispered, "Thank you for caring. I will think about it and I will take your literature." With that, she walked back inside.

       We prayed once more, "Lord, touch her heart. Let that innocent baby stir in her womb. In today's prayer You empower Your spirit to do Your will on earth. Send us the poorest, the most broken, the most captive, the most blind, and the most oppressed in the world: the innocent pre-born children in their mothers' wombs that are scheduled for destruction. Help us to bring them healing, liberty, sight, and justice through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen."