Tuesday, February 15th- Midnight abortions were getting underway as we arrived and embedded our vital ultrasound van for the abortion-minded mothers beginning to trickle up to the front doors. A welcomed February thaw lifted our spirits. Just me, the Holy Spirit, and my wolf-pack. We were about to give ’em heaven outside these gates of hell.
One young lady was waiting in her car until I could get there. Judy and Stan briefed me on the seven already inside as we set up. We prayed and brought the girl inside. We were able to show her an approx 9.5 week old baby and listened to the heartbeats: 132 per minute. She cried tears of joy. Knock, knock. It was Judy. We had another save. I quickly counseled, went over resources, placed a call to our staff OBs, and set up this young lady’s prenatal visit. She hugged and thanked us as we made sure she had an escort to her car.
Bam! Another pregnant girl came inside. To her surprise we scanned and viewed an 8 week old baby with a swimmer’s stroke making his/her way through an ocean of amniotic water. All this time, our prayer warriors were calmly speaking to the abortion-bound mothers arriving, and offered them another way out of the situation. We hugged and again went over resources and a physician follow-up appointment with our doctors.
“No retreat, just reload,” came to mind as we quickly disinfected and came up for air. We were joined by another local pastor. It is a blessing when the Church of Jesus Christ
Two girls from Kentucky
Judy, located on the emergency room parking lot, was working with a couple. They were not interested in what Judy had to say, but she continued to speak to them in love about their safety and the safety of their unborn child. She rejoined us on the front parking lot, and we prayed. They, too, went inside.
The slaughterhouse doors opened soon after and another couple whom we had spoken to earlier came back out. I looked at the girl and God told me that she didn’t kill her baby. I gave her a thumbs up and she smiled. “You know you did the right thing.” She walked over to us. I opened my arms to her and said, “I can’t step on their parking lot…” and she came into my arms as I gave her a hug. I whispered, “I know the hardest thing to do was to walk back out.” Alicia and Todd came inside the ultrasound van. As I began scanning I asked them what changed their mind. Alicia replied, “I listened to what you all said. I knew it was wrong. I kept getting nervous and started pacing inside the crowded room.” Before they took her back for the abortion, she turned to Todd and said, “I gotta get out of here.” That’s when she came back out into our arms. To their surprise, we were able to show them their 25 week old baby girl auditioning by waving her hand at them on the ultrasound screen. Todd asked us if we could help him find a job; he would do anything. I told them that we would check into it, “Whatever it takes to save this baby…” We went over resources, offered them snacks as they walked out the door and onto the sidewalk where we shared the good news with our teammates, and saw them to their car.
At this point, the guard came out and looked over at us shaking his head. He went back inside.
Judy informed me that while I was doing this ultrasound that the girl in the pink shirt whom she had talked with earlier came back out and saved her baby. Praise God! She accepted our literature,
Fr. Chris was amazed. I then looked up at a young woman standing beside the guard’s cage and called over to her. She looked up and inquired, “Can you help me? I have an appointment here.” We brought Melanie into the ultrasound van where she told me, “I have an appointment today.” “That’s ok. They will be open all night, but I’m hoping that we can help you, and that you don’t go in there.” I looked her straight in the eye and told her as I scanned that God had a plan. To her surprise, she was 4 weeks pregnant. Her child’s heartbeat was flashing on the screen. She then confessed to me that she came with another girl who was still inside going through with her abortion. That’s when I put my hand on her tummy and I prayed asking Melanie to, “Please, go inside. Get this to her.” I handed Melanie a brochure. “You tell her about us. Tell her there is a lady outside that will help her; that she doesn’t have to kill her baby.” Melanie got up and I hugged her. She went over to her car and talked with a passenger inside. I went back inside the van and once again disinfected and re-set everything. Upon coming out, I saw Melanie walking back inside the abortion mill. The prayer warriors looked on, horrified. I encouraged them, “Don’t worry; it’s going to be ok.”
We kept talking to women walking inside. It was a very busy evening. Normally we do not see this many abortions, but due to the inclimate weather of the past few weeks, we knew this slaughterhouse would be making up for lost revenue.
We met another car in the alley and talked with the driver and passenger. They confirmed that they were not going through with the abortion as they accepted our brochure, and soon drove off.
I returned to the front sidewalk just in time to see Melanie walking back out…holding onto her shaken friend who was crying. I waved at them to come over. I asked Fr. Chris to lift up a prayer. They walked over and we could tell that her friend was visibly upset. I hugged her and told her it was going to be ok. “We’re proud of you for walking back out.” At this point, Fr. Chris started to once again pull the signs out of the ultrasound van. I brought the young woman inside the van and Melanie joined us. Melanie told her friend Tiffany, “I don’t think God wants us here.” “Amen,” I said and scanned. We were able to view an approx 13 week old baby boy auditioning for his life on the ultrasound screen. Upon hearing this, tears began pouring down Tiffany’s face. Melanie said, “See, you can’t kill that baby boy. Miss Angela told me that these babies are blessings, and he’s a blessing.” We listened to the heartbeats, went over resources, and prayed for both of them. Stan joined us inside to help retrieve baby supplies for Melanie’s other baby.
In between the ultrasounds, we had packed up the van several times, not knowing more saves were to come. Fr. Chris and Stan continued to unload the signs and gather supplies for the saves, start the generator, and snap pictures. We were getting quite the workout. Everyone on the sidewalk was so encouraged to see how to calmly save a life. “Team work”
Dorothy and John came out and spoke with Judy confirming they kept their baby. They accepted our brochure while we were inside scanning. “Is anybody keeping count?” I asked. “Man, this is unbelievable!” Fr Chris said. Judy chimed in, “I told my brother to pray for us to save some babies.” We laughed, had a closing prayer, and finally reloaded our signs and supplies back into the van.
“I have to quit,” I told Fr Chris who stayed behind as Judy and Stan packed it in. It was getting late and we actually ran out of drape sheets and supplies to do anymore ultrasounds. “We have used everything this evening.” I looked up at the dark skies and exclaimed, “I LOVE MY JOB!” Fr Chris laughed. “Yes, it’s crazy, hectic, and draining, but I love saving babies. And I’m good at it. Thank you Jesus!” We both laughed.
What did Mother Teresa say…“If you’re successful you win false friends and make true enemies; succeed anyway.” Isn’t that the truth! Now you know why we have made so many enemies, but there are a lot of mothers and their babies that appreciate our work and tireless efforts. Saying you’re pro-life doesn’t save babies; doing pro-life does.
In closing, keep these mothers and their unborn babies in your prayers: Marissa, 9 weeks; Tiffany, 13 weeks; Melanie, 4 weeks; Alicia, 25 weeks; Denise, 8 weeks; Tara, 9.5 weeks; Autumn, 18 weeks; Dorothy, 6 weeks; Kentucky
Be very encouraged ~Angela
