‘THIS BABY WOULD NOT BE ALIVE IF YOU WERE NOT HERE.”

            

Tuesday May 22, 2012 Midnight Abortions

“I wanted to come back and tell you that,” the blonde haired girl said.  “Really?”  I replied.  “I thank God for you,” she added. I asked her if there was anything we could do for her. “You already did.”

“Please hold on, I have something for you,” and I ran to the ultrasound van and grabbed a gift bucket we bless the pregnant moms with who choose life for their babies.  “God told me the pink one was for you,” and she accepted it and smiled.                    

“Thank you,” she said.  I asked her,  “What changed your mind?”  “She said, “That sign and what you said.”  She asked,  “They still kill babies at 24 weeks right?”

 I gasped, “Yes, they do.”  With that I hugged her and whispered,  “Thank you for doing the right thing.  I promise to walk with you the rest of your pregnancy if you would like?”

“No, I’m okay.  I called my mom to come and get me.  I’m going home to shop for baby things,” she said.  “Thank you people for being here.”  As we watched her walk across the street and to the hospital main entrance parking lot, I returned to the sidewalk and shared the good news with co-laborers who were witnessing.                                              

 

 Only ten minutes earlier this young girl was standing knee deep with about twenty-five other mothers lined up to go inside the slaughterhouse.  It was an overwhelming sight.  They lined up from the guards shack to the edge of the alley.  They lined up and stood there over 30 minutes, listening to every word I said.  Not one person cussed me out or saluted me with their middle finger.  It was a busy slaughtering night.  While Daniel set up our outreach, I jumped to my feet with a graphic sign in one hand and our rescued and adopted daughter in the other.  I didn’t scream; I just spoke as loud and gently as I could as not to incite.                                                                

     I started by telling them I was not there to judge or scream at them but to help them and to warn them.  I began by offering to help them with free options and then went into the botched abortion this past Saturday and notified this large crowd of the recent health code violations and citations this slaughterhouse has received.   “It’s not safe!” I invited them to go to our website and read the truth of this killing place.  They were all listening.  Most turned to me especially when I shared our daughters rescue and adoption. I felt like I was standing naked on the sidewalk with my heart in my hand, but I felt the Holy Spirit was on me and Daniel kept encouraging me to keep talking.  I held Hannah’s beautiful picture and said, “This is life,”  and held up the graphic aborted baby sign and said, “This is death.  Which will you pick today?”                                                                                         

 

 The little blonde girl kept looking over and I thought I was about to get an ear full or a middle finger.  To our surprise, she got out of line and walked through the line of parked cars and I signaled for Daniel to check it out.  She brushed past him and told him she “Wasn’t doing it;” she was leaving.  He ran back to me and told me.   I then called over to the mothers and accomplices still standing in line for about thirty minutes now, “Okay, who’s going to join that courageous mother who just chose life for her baby? Any takers?  It takes a lot of courage to walk away from those doors.  Any coward can kill a baby, but a strong woman would turn and run from this evil.”                                                                

Just then, the belly of the beast unlocked their purple doors and began letting the couples inside the slaughterhouse.   Bob, Stan and I took turns speaking to those left on the walkway.   We then had a save from Saturday show up for baby supplies and a girl and her mother came for an ultrasound.   The first shift of abortion bound had arrived and gone inside.  We helped the save with supplies and she left when a couple standing in line earlier came back out and confirmed to Daniel they were keeping their baby and accepted our literature as they walked to their car.  Praise God!                                                            

  We went on to do two more ultrasounds and saves.  I can’t imagine what is going through the minds of moms and dads standing in line to kill their babies ..I thank God that we are there to be a voice for those without one and to warn them. “Only God can give life: and only God can take life.  It’s not for us to judge who gets to live and who gets to die. He is our ultimate judge. When we stand before Him, what will we say?   

 “Every step toward the goal of justice requires suffering, sacrifice, and struggle: the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals”.MLK

      ~Angela

  

Another Baby Saved

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE!

April 2012

     Yes, it’s true! Had someone not intervened, this darling little girl would have been destined for death. But, because someone cared enough to lay their life down, she was born. And yes, she is from Russia (sort of); her pregnant mother (from Russia) was living in New Yorkand being forced to abort her baby by the boyfriend. However, a brother in Christ who was discipled through our ministry, stepped up to the plate, so to speak, and took this desperate mother into a “safe-house” until she gave birth. He then provided safe passage to another state where she and her baby can reside and begin a new life.

       He sent the following message, again reinforcing that our vital Small Victories ministry knows no boundaries.

      “This would have been her second abortion. I hid her from her boyfriend at my apartment until the final week (from some crazy Russian mafia guy) then got her to another state. She’s keeping the baby. She says it’s her Easter egg. J

           

       It’s my finest moment. Baby is Anastasia. Mom is Elena. Also from Russia.

           

      We fight anyway we can fight, as much as we are able. Don’t give up the fight. You were the best influence on my life.”   Thank You Jesus! 

      1 Corinthians 15:57-58 “But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ…Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”

       It is through the Holy Spirit that every good work is accomplished. The apostle Paul wrote to the church of Corinth and said, “Your zeal has stirred up the majority” 2 Corinthians 9:2 That is exactly what our ministry has strived to do throughout our years of daily ministry. 

       God’s grace imparts to all who give themselves as a channel for its outflow to the world. Let your light shine! This is the blessing of those who show mercy to the poor. While those who give and provide for the needy, they themselves are blessed to a still greater degree.

       This is what being Jesus is all about; when we are willing to do “whatever it takes” to save a life. Truly, the blessing is in the giving.:)

   

        Be encouraged,

    ~Angela

           

SANDRA FLUKE AND MEDICAID MAMA’S

 

                            March 9^th, 2012                                                    

         As the Hispanic looking couple approached the slaughterhouse from the alley, Daniel offered them a brochure and free help. The abortion-bound woman calmly said, “OH, MY MEDICAID WILL PAY FOR IT.”   She continued to walk by us as Angela offered to adopt her baby. “No, it’s okay,” and she walked up to the doors. Something inside our intestinal fortitude just bristle's with indignation when we hear abortion-bound women brush us off, saying that they are good and they don’t need our free help cause they are going to be reaching in our wallets to pay for their business. These are the Sandra Flukes of our society. They tell us to mind our own business when it comes to birth control, abortifacients, and infanticide, but they expect our taxes to cover their business. They feel “entitled” to our universal wallets. That’s some nerve!

       In the news recently, Sandra Fluke, a Georgetown University law student, testified before a House Oversight Committee, advocating the position that all insurance coverage should include contraceptives. In other words: our universal pockets would be forcibly picked to support the questionable behavior of the few.    

                                                                          

       But, this is nothing new.  On numerous occasions in street-side counseling sessions outside the Midwest's largest late-term abortion mill, Hope Clinic, many indigent women have admitted to us their medical card was paying for their abortions. Not just the earmarked 25% allotted through the government in cases of rape, but the full price. Yes, we have come across clients who brazenly admitted their late-term abortions were costly and their medical card would cover it as long as they claimed the pregnancy was a result of rape.  All they had to do when filling out their forms was place a mark in the box indicating they had been raped. 

                                                                                               

       So, whether it's before conception or after, we the people are footing the bills for immoral behavior and, to turn around and tell taxpayers to mind their own business when it comes to birth-control and infanticide as they are reaching into our wallets to pay for that business, that’s some nerve. Tell me, where are the lawmakers who are suppose to be looking into the recent spikes in Medicaid paid abortions in Illinois?

 http://www.smallvictoriesusa.com/Articles/2008/Illinois%20Taxpayer Funded%20Abortions%20Exposed%20Oct%2008.html

   ~Angela

Husband and Wife Serial Baby Killers

DAVID EISENBERG and ERIN KING

along with Rachel Maue, Hopeless counselor

                                                             March  2012

            Meet your butchers!  Here, they are pictured at a local NARAL gala this past fall.  Both Eisenberg and King have OB/GYN practices in St. Louis and moonlight as baby butchers. Eisenberg is located at Planned Parenthood, aka Auschwitz West in St. Louis, Missouri and King over at Hope Clinic, aka Auschwitz East in Granite City, Illinois. Both reside in University City, Missouri, a growing diverse entertainment area which houses two teaching and learning universities.  Sally Burgess, Hopeless deathcamp director, also has property in the “Loop” area of University City.

            King practices at the Grace Hill Health Center in a section of North St. Louis, a highly crime ridden and poor black area. She then travels across the river to Granite City, Illinois where, ironically, more black babies die, than white

            Erin King and David Eisenberg are both 2007 graduates of Northwestern University in Chicago Illinois, and have violated the sacred Hippocratic Oath given to those “called to heal and preserve life.” They are guilty of murdering babies at two local abortion mills.  Yes, the husband and wife team have willingly chosen to dismember unborn babies and are getting rich off blood-money at the expense of moms and dads being deceived by the Father of lies, Satan.

            There are not many duos like this in America, so let’s pray that God will deal with this deadly tandem and continue to bless our 20 years of daily ministry. Abortions have dropped over 70% in the last two years at the Midwest’s largest, late-term abortion mill, Hope Clinic, due to our faithfulness. God calls us to be the salt and light, “to have nothing to do with the deeds of darkness, but rather expose them”, Ephesians 5:11. Let us continue to stand against injustice and plead the case of the fatherless.

            In Jesus’ name we pray,

                        ~Angela

SMALL VICTORIES DOES IT, AGAIN. "THIS IS WHAT WE SHOULD ALL BE DOING!”

February 28^th  

We arrived in the City of Slaughter and quickly set up our pregnancy outreach on this “spring-like” day. It was encouraging to view the peaceful prayer witness of a local church group and their pastor. As soon as our feet touched the sidewalk and we gave a quick introduction to the new prayer warriors, we were engaged in the battle this day. A few cars were on the parking lot with clients inside waiting for the Belly of the Beast to open its mouth and devour their innocent blood offerings.


Only minutes after we began our vigil, across the street a loud wailing began. We turned and witnessed a young woman coming from the hospital emergency room. I knew that sound. It has become far too familiar in our twenty year history of daily ministering outside this abortion mill. The group was concerned. “There has been a death in the emergency room.” They returned their focus to the abortion-minded women beginning to get out of their cars as the guard signaled. We softly pleaded with other options, another way out of the situation, and our free services. The moaning from across the street was a distraction; we felt for the young woman and her loss, but we kept begging mercy for these babies about to be slaughtered. The clients were listening, and some stopped to talk with their accomplices.

One young woman and a young girl accompanying her began their walk up to the door, listening all the way to our pleas. Suddenly, they turned and ran back to the car parked across the street on the medical parking lot. We continued softly speaking to the mothers standing in line. I looked over my shoulder; they were sitting in their car talking. Some of the prayer warriors were leaving. One woman who informed us she, too, was also a nurse and worked at an area pregnancy center, offered to stay with us and help me if I needed assistance due to my injured arm. Grateful for her company, I told her, “God told me to turn the ultrasound machine on. We are going to be busy.” I asked the prayer warriors to pray for me, “I’m going to find that car.”

It wasn’t hard; they were on the end. I approached, and at first the passenger was attempting to ignore me as I softly asked them if I could give them some literature. She rolled the window down and the driver was crying. “Oh honey, it’s going to be okay.” I then knelt by the car and gently shared what God had put on my heart concerning their situation. The driver was actually the one seeking the abortion and the passenger was her teenage daughter. They listened and were receptive as I also shared our ministry resources available on the spot. They thanked me, but the driver wanted to sit in the car and continue thinking. I pointed to where I would be standing, then thanked them and walked back to the ultrasound van where I shared the situation and asked prayer warriors to continue praying.

The wailing across the street got louder, and we noticed that now a group (possibly family members) were assembled and there was more sadness; we felt helpless. We wanted to go over and offer our condolences, but the abortion-minded mothers kept coming, and we had to stay engaged and focused. We asked God to please comfort those mourning their loss.

Helen and a seminarian joined us, and we updated them. They began praying the rosary. A few minutes later, the mother and daughter whom I spoke to began walking up to the doors of the abortion mill. Our hearts sank. We continued to softly speak to them as they waited to go inside. Helen took over and began speaking and didn't give up. I bet they stood there for five minutes listening. Finally, they turned and quickly began walking to us. I ran in the van and prepared to save this baby. I looked out, and Helen was holding the woman in her arms. Both were crying. I held my hand out and said, “Come on in."

“Susan” came in to help and assist me. I asked preliminaries, took a deep breath, and began the scan. To our surprise, there appeared an approximate 24 week old baby. It appeared to be a boy. I turned the screen for the mother to see, and told her that it wasn't an early pregnancy. He was rather large. She looked over, and tears poured from her eyes. “I didn't know I was that far along.” I did some measuring, but it was hard as the baby kept moving, basically auditioning for his life. Even the mother commented how active the baby was, denying his movements thinking it was gas. Now, she knows this baby is auditioning for his life. “He knows where he is. He senses what is about to happen to him,” I offered. “And at any stage, abortion is dangerous, but when you're this far along, it gets even more complicated.” I knew she was worried about that when I spoke to her in the car.

Susan chimed in on behalf of this baby, pointing out the little baby’s face and hands going up to the mouth. “This appears to be a thumb-sucker.” We listened to the heartbeats, approximately 142, and inquired why she felt she had to abort this child. She offered that she didn't know she was this far along, and that the father really wasn't in her life anymore. She already has three children that are pretty spread apart in ages. “But they would be such a help in raising this child.” She agreed. She has a job, a car, and a nice place to live. We went over our resources we could help her with and how we could network as we found out she lived at least four hours away.

This mother kept looking at her baby, and he kept putting his hand up to the screen as if he were waving and saying, “Mommy, mommy! I'm right here. I'm right here. I love you mommy!” After spending a good amount of time inside the van listening, talking, and praying, I finally asked her, “So what are we going to do?” She wiped tears from her eyes, “I'm going to go home.” We broke out in tears, praising God. After exchanging contact information, we shared several hugs. We came out of the van, and the pressure seemed to have fallen off of her shoulders as she thanked us again and walked over to their car. Daniel followed them and blessed them with some meal money. They were very grateful.

Daniel informed us that while doing the ultrasound, the mother and daughter from Missouri that we spoke with earlier standing in line came back out and confirmed they were keeping their baby. They accepted our brochure and thanked us as they pulled off the lot. Our assistant this day was very encouraged. She began sharing about being led to come down to this abortion facility. We had to break up our conversation as the Indian-looking couple that walked in earlier came back out and stood at their car. I softly called over offering our assistance.

Once again, I grabbed our literature as they came towards the exit of the parking lot. They rolled the window down, and I knelt beside their car as the young girl smiled at me. This was her mother who brought her for the abortion. She shared with me that she was 24 weeks pregnant, and wasn’t going to go through with the abortion. She thanked us for being out there and accepted the booklets and literature that I gave her. Her mother thanked us as they drove off the lot. I came back shared with the others. This was another late-term save. Everyone smiled and was encouraged.

              

The distraught family by the emergency room began to dissipate. They were still visibly shaken from their loss. Another car pulled up in front of us. “Adele” brought her sister-in-law “Emily.” She wanted her to see an ultrasound before she did anything. We brought Emily inside the van and quickly scanned. There to her surprise was an approximate 8 week old baby floating in an ocean of amniotic fluid doing a swimmer’s backstroke. She could see the little heart beating and little hands. We pointed out the orbits of the eyes. The baby was very active. She admitted, “I don’t know how I can do this.” We informed her that with the Lord she can do anything and we would provide the other stuff. She smiled. We went over resources and physician follow-up. Adele informed us, “You probably don't remember me, but five years ago you talked me out of aborting my baby, and I went on to have two more, and they are the loves of my life.” She told her sister-in-law Emily, “This lady will help you. She helped me.”

We then took some pictures, hugged one another, and got them in their car. They promised to stay in touch with us and even stayed long enough to try and speak to some of the clients that kept arriving to kill their babies. Adele shared with the abortion-minded women how she, “once thought abortion was the answer, but this lady here talked me out of it. I have three beautiful children now. I would never kill my baby.” Many of the clients turned to listen to her. What a great witness! They honked and thanked us as they drove away.

Susan, our assistant today, turned to me with goosebumps and said, “I've never experienced anything like this.” She shared how she volunteers at an area pregnancy center, but said, “We don't do anything or see anything like what you do.” She continued, “The girls that come to us are there for some free help or an ultrasound, but none of them are there to kill their babies.” She then gave our ministry the greatest compliment and said, “This is where we all should be standing, with you.” Susan gave me a hug. Praise God! This was more confirmation of what we have been exposing about pregnancy centers. Read: http://www.smallvictoriesusa.com/Articles/2012/MOSAIC-THRIVE%20ST.%20LOUIS%20PREGNANCY%20CENTERS.html

I then told Susan, “I, too, used to volunteer at a pregnancy center, but I quickly found out that abortion-minded women were not coming to pregnancy centers; they are walking into the local abortion facility.” I continued, “Susan, this is what got us started: I came down here and saw women going in there like herds of cattle, and there was no help, no resources out here to help these women with other options. We are the last line of defense for these babies and their mothers. Unfortunately, pregnancy centers have just turned into fundraising ministries where most of their money is going into their pockets for salaries or to keep the lights on in empty buildings. And it's a shame because they’re not going to save babies.”

Susan then emphasized, “This is where the Church needs to be, but in love and compassion.” I agreed with her, sharing, “We have some troublemakers that stand out here yelling and screaming at them, but they're not a part of our ministry. You saw today how the love of Jesus and the Holy Spirit convinces women not to kill their babies.” She replied, “This is the most exciting thing I have experienced, and I'm going to clear my calendar from now on so that I can be down here to help you, because this is where the Church needs to be.” HALLELUJAH! Anyone can say that they're pro-life, but doing pro-life is what saves lives.

Later that evening after we arrived home, we had heard the unfortunate news of a young mother of three young children that was killed in a train accident just a few miles from us in Madison, Illinois. That was what all the wailing and moaning was about, just feet from our ministry. This mother fought for her life and lost; her injuries were too severe, http://www.bnd.com/2012/02/29/2079084/officials-release-name-of-woman.html. Three children now are motherless, and here we stand, pleading for the mothers not to kill their babies. So sad. There's a lot of death in Granite City, but I thank God for His grace and mercy that we are able to rescue those being led to their slaughter, save lives, and change hearts.

Isaiah 61:1-3 “The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor, and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve.”

Be encouraged~ Angela

"Beads, Babies, and Bank Robbers"

http://www.stltoday.com/news/local/illinois/man-robs-granite-city-credit-union/article_b10d7358-5ce5-11e1-af33-001a4bcf6878.html

  

FAT TUESDAY, at least in Granite City, was off with a BANG! While our vital pregnancy outreach was embedded outside the local baby slaughterhouse enticing the abortion-minded women to come inside our ultrasound van with colorful Mardi Gras beads, a local bank within earshot was being robbed. A faithful seminarian and a local pastor with a few prayer warriors joined us and stood praying as we softly offered the clients our free services, “And we have beads!” What can I say? Props help :), and it caught their attention.

Danielle and her cousin came over as I was setting up and BAM, GAME ON! Her cousin came inside ahead of her and whispered, “I really don't want to be here. I had an auntie die from an abortion.” “Oh my!” Danielle stopped and picked up one of our rubber fetal models as she came inside the van. She said, “Oh, I don't know if I can do this.” “Do you have an appointment for an abortion?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “I don't know if I can do it." “You don't have to do it; that's why we are here.” Her cousin spoke up and asked, “You know what happened to auntie?” I asked her, “Why did you bring her knowing your favorite aunt died from an abortion?” She replied, “Cause she had no one to drive her.” I went over the risks and complications as I began to scan as well as how many lawsuits we have personally helped butchered women file against this mill. She had tears in her eyes and we could hear a commotion outside the ultrasound van.

Then, there it was: an approx 15 week old baby auditioning for its life on the screen. "Oh look, there's a hand!" Danielle exclaimed. "Oh Lord, I don't think I can do it!" I asked if she had other children. "Yes, five,” she replied. I then shared how many we have. “For real?” both women questioned. “Yes ma'am.” I pointed to their pictures inside the van. "Oh my, they're beautiful." There was more noise outside the van. "Danielle, the circumstances are not the baby’s fault. What is your biggest problem now?" She shared, and we jumped on it. We listened to heartbeats, and she asked if we could tell the sex. We peeked, and the baby appeared to be a boy. "Oh, call my husband.” Her cousin dialed, but there was no answer. She asked how we manage with our large brood. I responded, "I couldn’t do anything without the Lord. He provides and answers prayers.” Although she kept murmuring, "I'm not going to do it,” there was doubt in her voice. Her cousin said, "You better be sure, cause I'm not coming back here." "Please, encourage her to keep the baby."

I went over resources, and then Daniel came inside to warn us the area was swarming with police, FBI, and dogs as a bank nearby was just robbed. This is the devil’s playground; we see everything out here. Danielle hugged me, took our literature, and announced that she was still going inside to see what they had to say. With sweat on my brow, I sternly told her, "Don’t let them talk you into something you will regret." "No, I just want to hear what they have to say." "The only thing they can help you with is scissors or suction." Her cousin then shared her auntie’s name and the facility that killed her. I told her to remind Danielle, and disheartened, we watched them walk across the parking lot.

We no sooner cleaned up when I stepped out onto the sidewalk to see the action. Another abortion client pulled in front of us, and we stepped up and began softly asking her, "Can we help you?" She looked at the signs and had tears in her eyes. She took my hand and said, "I don’t think I can do it." Wow! I calmly answered, "You don’t have to do it, and we can help." We brought her inside the van as her husband sat in the car. She asked if he could come in, and my assistant went to get him. I asked preliminaries as she sat back. She said, "Those signs, they're horrible, but that’s what it will look like?" "Yes, those signs are horrible, but they are the truth."

As her husband came inside, I quickly scanned. There on the screen was an approx 11 week old baby begging for her life. She was jumping and struggling inside the ocean that surrounded her. "Emily" explained her situation. "Why do you feel like you have to go in there and kill this baby?” She shared that she was having problems with her husband, but they were reconcilable. In addition, living with her grandmother was not the greatest. I told her, "Everything you just mentioned does not validate taking another human being's life. All these things are fixable." She was gently crying; both were looking in awe of their precious baby. Then Emily exclaimed, "Look, the baby is jumping!" I asked her, "Are you feeling that?" She replied, "Yes, but I thought it was gas all this time.” "No, that’s your baby telling you she is in here." Emily then said, "That is what I have been feeling.” We listened to the heartbeats, 160 per minute; sounded like a girl.

Suddenly, what looked like despair turned into hope. I even brought up the option of adoption and shared our personal experience of rescuing and adopting babies into our family. They concentrated on the picture boards of the many babies we have saved and mothers we have helped. They asked about the photo of the post abortive woman who collapsed behind the mill, hemorrhaging after her abortion. No one knew she was lying there in a pool of blood until we found her. We called EMS and literally saved her. Wow! We went over with Emily and her husband resources that we could help with and physician follow-up. They promised to keep in contact. We blessed them with some food money and received hugs from both. Thank you Lord!

The swarm of law enforcement had diminished, but the abortion mill lot was full. We were catching our breaths when there was another knock on our ultrasound van door. "Angela, this young lady needs your help.” "Hello, I'm Angela,” and I introduced our assistant this day as she came in and shared, "Torry told us she didn't really want to go in the clinic." “Well, praise God! That is why we are here.” We set her up for an ultrasound. There on the screen appeared an early pregnancy, approx 4 weeks. "You don’t have to go in there.” We went over our resources for her and her child and suggested another follow-up scan and physician visit. She accepted our literature and was so grateful we were there.

I can't tell you how gratifying it feels to be a "Window to the Womb.” Our assistant this day was “privileged” to see and experience lives scheduled to die be saved from the jaws of death through the use of ultrasound and real people who care.

Deeeep breath…the best part as we were dragging our van wheels leaving this evening, was Danielle and her cousin coming back out and yelling over to us in the van, “She ain't going through with it. She's keeping the baby!”

“Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world. For indeed, that's all who ever have.” -M. Mead

~Angela

MOSAIC/THRIVE ST. LOUIS Pregnancy Centers

Cash Cows of Metro-St. Louis:
Certain pro-life organizations would rather perpetuate abortion than prevent abortion

January 2012

       Why do pregnancy centers that collect OVER $1 million per year and pay their directors $80,000 per year exist? Because they are “window dressers”. They have lost their focus and have fallen in love with making money. They have turned into financial businesses. Unfortunately, this is exactly what Thrive St. Louis and Mosaic Pregnancy Center do. They are supposed to be helping women and their unborn children. At both of these centers, pregnant women have to be a so-called “client” of theirs, take classes, and register before they give birth to their baby to receive any help. If a desperate mom in need of baby supplies and immediate assistance visits one of these centers for help after she has given birth to her baby she cannot get any help, unfortunately, because that is their standard policy.

       Mosaic Pregnancy Center just last year collected approximately $760,000 in donations and grants, and approximately $550,000 was paid out in salaries and employee benefits alone, http://www.guidestar.org/FinDocuments//2010/371/218/2010-371218460-072720ba-9.pdf. Only a few thousand dollars actually went towards helping moms and babies in need. What a disgrace and shame! They have turned their operation of a pregnancy center into a money grubbing business. At least they have quit advertising in the Catholic Times newspaper asking for more money under the guise of a Catholic organization. A couple of years ago, they presented an advertisement in the newspaper saying, “As Catholics, we,” trying to pass themselves off as a Catholic organization in order to collect more money.

       Almost two years ago, March 9, 2010, at Illinois legislator day, Mosaic Pregnancy Center director Kathy Sparks was passing herself off to legislators in Springfield, IL claiming that she was the ministry performing ultrasounds outside the Hope Clinic in Granite City. We caught her red-handed as we were only feet behind her in the reception line greeting the legislators. Maybe that is why she took off and out the doors when she saw us in line. You can only imagine how embarrassing it was as we introduced ourselves to the lawmakers and had to correct them. Performing free ultrasounds outside the Hope abortion Clinic has been a part of Small Victories’ daily ministering as we have for the past twenty years.

       The reason our ministry started was because Sparks’ center was referring women for abortions and was not helping desperate women in need. Referring girls to the abortion clinic was brought to our attention by a pregnancy center in Collinsville, Illinois. They, too, were encountering business cards from New Beginnings/Mosaic that referred girls to the abortion clinic. Marilyn Welling was one of the several volunteers who brought this to our attention.

       Another instance of deception is the Shawn Reagan fiasco. On March 17, 2005 our ministry was alone standing outside Hope abortion Clinic. Once again, another underage girl was brought for an abortion. Her frantic parents showed up outside the mill pleading, trying to get inside after their daughter’s school notified them that she was not in school. They discovered that she had been brought for an abortion that they had no knowledge of and did not want to happen. The girl’s mother, Shawn Reagan, cried out, “That’s my grandchild! I should be in there with my daughter.” Shawn was arrested and placed inside a police cruiser. For several hours we called law enforcement officials and the State’s Attorney to no avail. We contacted the local media, and they covered this tragic situation fairly well. This mother had no access to her daughter or grandchild. Only hours later was this 14 year old girl thrown out to her mother who sat in a squad car most of the time.

       The family had many problems after this episode. It was all over the media. Kathy Sparks took full advantage of this tragic situation by imploring Shawn Reagan to do three fundraising banquets for New Beginnings/Mosaic. This was relayed to us by Shawn Reagan herself after Kathy Sparks paraded her around from fundraiser to fundraiser like a trophy. I asked Shawn, “Did you get paid for this?” She answered, “No.” “How did Kathy Sparks help you?” Shawn replied, “All Kathy Sparks did was give my daughter a pregnancy test in the beginning, and then she just paraded me around to do fundraising banquets for her.” I questioned, “Well, how did this help you?” Shawn responded, “It didn’t. You’re the one who helped me and my daughter outside that abortion clinic.”


       This displays the character of Kathy Sparks. She is there to LOOK like she is doing pro-life work while she hijacks the work of others who are. We crashed her little “glory party” when we showed up at the Missouri state capital where legislators and media were listening to testimonials concerning underage girls being brought over state lines to Illinois to have secret abortions http://www.smallvictoriesusa.com/News/2005/A%20Day%20at%20the%20Circus%20Sep.html. Kathy Sparks, along with Representative Jane Cunningham and former Pregnancy Resource Center director and Sparks’ mentor John McCastle sat with Ms. Reagan. Surprise, we were seated with the pro-aborts. When legislators asked for any further testimony from witnesses we held our hands up and were asked to present it. We gave them heaven and told the truth about who and what organization is standing outside this abortion facility in Granite City, Illinois holding these distraught mothers of underage girls coming across state lines. And it is not Kathy Sparks.

       We gave the lawmakers facts and statistics on this occurrence and the rise of abortion clients coming from Missouri. We shared several tragic situations and also informed them that we are the only pregnancy resource outside this abortion mill that is open everyday as an alternative to abortion-bound women. We also stated that we do not discriminate. We help everyone in all stages of pregnancy and at all hours. Girls do not have to jump through hoops in order to receive assistance.

       Why would Kathy Sparks choose to selectively help pregnant girls? She goes so far as to state on her brochure that girls must come to her pregnancy center at the onset of their pregnancy and must take classes in order to then receive help. In addition, Sparks limits ultrasounds to women who are only in their first trimester. This is exactly why abortion-bound women are not walking into pregnancy centers like Mosaic and Thrive seeking help. Rather, they are dashing to abortion mills that are more than willing to provide an immediate “solution.” And that is why our ministry is so vital.

       Thrive St. Louis collected $1.7 million last year and less than 10% went to actually help moms and their unborn babies http://www.guidestar.org/FinDocuments//2010/431/304/2010-431304395-070129d1-9.pdf. Over half of the amount they collected went towards salaries and employee benefits, with very little going towards helping women in need. Thrive St. Louis is still in denial over hiring a pro-choice Miss Missouri to speak at their major fundraising banquet in 2004. http://www.smallvictoriesusa.com/News/2004/missmissouri.html

       Ministries such as the two above should not be masquerading themselves around as doers of God’s work when they are actually living off of the abortion holocaust ravaging our nation. Innocent babies are dying, and they are worried about how much money they can make. They have lost their focus. Instead of preventing abortion they are propping it up. If abortion came to an end tomorrow they would be jumping off their buildings. Why aren’t newspapers like the St. Louis Post Dispatch or the disgraceful St. Louis MetroVoice run by Jim Day reporting these facts? WHERE IS THEIR ACCOUNTABILITY?

       Jim Judge of the Better Business Bureau of St. Louis recently reported that with any non-profit organization, over 65% of the money collected should go directly towards their stated purpose, not to salaries. It is very clear that both of these organizations do not come anywhere close to meeting this guideline. Both of the directors of these organizations and anyone else in the organization that receives a paycheck should be exposed as frauds.

       Our Small Victories ministry collected $101,000 in donations last year and almost 75% of the money collected went towards helping moms and their babies, both directly and indirectly, as well as helping others in need.

       So, the next time you think of donating to Mosaic Pregnancy Center in Granite City or Thrive St. Louis, think of two wolves in sheep’s clothing, or just better yet, throw your money out in the street and watch it blow down the road. Elaborate closed buildings do not help desperate women in need or save babies scheduled to die. When a pregnancy center discriminates and makes it hard enough for pregnant women to receive the bare essentials, it is just pushing them into the abortion clinic that is open and willing to help mothers terminate their pregnancies. Both of these centers stand behind their faith and feel justified with their rules and regulations, but Jesus would never stay in a building and pay himself an exorbitant salary. He went out into the streets seeking the lost and needy. Babies are not dying at pregnancy centers; they are dying at abortion mills.

       Proverbs 14:31 “He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honors God.”