January 18 in the year of our Lord 2011
If there was a picture of “depression” in a Funk & Wagnall, a picture of today, outside the abortion mill in the City of
Slaughter would best describe it. It was “
raw” with the dismal weather conditions. Our main goals were trying to save babies scheduled to be slaughtered this evening and to stay warm. We quickly set up our pregnancy outreach and noticed the extended van parked on the abortion mill’s lot and emblazed on the side with “
Tomorrows Builders Youth Build Program” was sponsored by the
St. Clair County Intergovernmental Grants Department. There you go; another pork- funded project with St. Clair County grant monies in action. Oh and our taxes are not paying for abortions. Right? As the messenger, we put the call out. Surprisingly, within an hour or so, they returned our call. The woman on the other line told us
, “We get money from all over. We get grants. You all can just mind your own damn business.” Click! And you wonder why our economy is in such despair.
We kept praying and engaging with the abortion-bound mothers and their accomplices pulling onto the lot. One male came out and told us that he,
“Tried talking her out.” He wished the walls would come down on this place. He took our literature including information on “
Black-Genocide.” The passenger came out and we tried talking with her; she was huge. It would take several days to kill her baby. She was cold hearted and had her mind made up. They sat in the SUV and smoked before they walked back in. God was still in control. We offered more prayers.
Then, a white pickup truck stopped in the middle of the main street in front of Hope slaughterhouse containing an older male driver and a young girl. They spoke to Daniel. The male was tearing up,
“Hey, are you the guys that are out here everyday with the ultrasound van?”
“Yes,” Daniel replied. “
Hey, I want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
You guys are our heroes,” he said. The young girl then proceeded to share her story, “
When I was 12 years old I got pregnant. Everyone around me was pressuring me to have an abortion, but I didn't listen to them. I gave my baby up for adoption.” Praise God! Daniel told her,
“You did the right thing. The most loving thing a mother can do is to give life to her baby and place that precious one in the loving arms of a couple who can’t have their own children.” Cars were piling up behind this pickup truck.
“You guys keep up the good work. You are our heroes,” they repeated as they drove off. Thank You, Lord, for putting a little sunshine in our hearts today when all looks dismal.
"Not the glittering weapon fights the fight, but rather the hero's heart."
Amen ~Angela
