Jan. 2014

sadmom

I am pro-life because of Jesus. When I go to Planned Parenthood it is as a servant of Christ. It is my earnest hope that God might use my presence to save a life in danger from abortion. This is by no means the only mission, but rather a part of the Great Commission given by our Lord. Below are two of the many examples of lives that have been touched with the “Living Hope” that is Jesus.

When I arrived at Everett PP the parking lot was already about half full. As cars continued to enter I offered literature and attempted to engage in conversations, After a short time a lady exited the building and stood by her car, obviously lost in thought. I offered, “I have some information for you.” She said, “ No thank you.” After about a minute I asked, “Is there anything that I can do to help you ma’am?”  She started crying and said one word, “Choices.” I was very touched and said, “We cannot go back and undo the wrong choices that we have already made but we can go forward from this moment and make the right ones.” (I thought that she was most certainly pregnant and considering abortion.) She replied, “It’s not me, it’s my boyfriend of four years.” She went on to share how she loved this man but he had been unfaithful and that she just learned that he had infected her with a sexually transmitted disease. I told her that I was so sorry and did my best to offer her the hope that is Jesus. As she was leaving she stopped her car and rolling down the window said, “Thank you for being out here.”

I have started to go to the Mt. Vernon PP on Tuesdays. My hope is that God will move the church in this community to embrace this fruitful work. There is much reason to hope that this will happen. On this particular Tuesday around ten people showed up to pray and proclaim Jesus outside of PP, many for the first time. A young lady drove into the parking lot and as she walked toward the building I called to her. She came to me and we began a conversation. She was very surprised to learn that they were committing abortions at this facility and her eyes began to tear up. My heart really went out to her; it was obvious that there was a deep sadness within her. I told her that I wanted to hug her like my little sister. She reached out and as we embraced she began to cry. I asked her if I could pray with her and she said, “Yes.” Taking her hands, I thanked God for her and for His ordaining our meeting. I asked her the nature of her visit to PP. She replied that she was sent here by DSHS to sign up for “Obamacare”.

[ The number of people I encounter who are coming to PP to sign up for “Obama-care” is increasing. The ACA and PP’s  alliance with the government is a topic for another newsletter (or book!) but it does not take much imagination to see the implications of this development (increased legitimacy and cover for PP’s practice of murder, forcing tax payers to share in the blood guilt of this holocaust, further banishment of religious conviction from public policy, etc.)]

She shared that she had fled an abusive husband and was now living in a homeless shelter with her four small children. Her youngest son (18 mos.) was very sick and she hoped to be able get care for him. There was a strength in this woman, who was under enormous weight, that was amazing. She confessed that she wakes up every day (after little sleep, due to her infant’s illness) and asks God to help her do what she needs to do. She also told me about a conversation with her oldest son who would be eight in two days. When asked what he wanted for his birthday he said, “hominy stew”. This is his favorite food (a simple stew made from corn). She was grieved because she could not even provide such a humble request. (I cannot even imagine my kids asking for such a simple gift or my not being able to supply it.) One of my supporters had given me a gift to use on the streets which I had brought with me to give out if God would show me who had need. I knew it was for her. I slipped this $100 bill into a Gospel of John and presented it to her. When she saw the money fresh tears began to flow and she absolutely refused to take it. I told her that it was not from me but from Jesus who had so much more for her than money. Seeing that I would not take it back, she thanked God for it. I was able to introduce her to a woman (Julie) from a local church who was there. They exchanged contact numbers and Julie said she would get her and her children to church that Sunday.

When we take the Gospel to the Gates of Hell the Kingdom of God is advanced, though not always in the way that we might expect  or hope. The words of the Psalmist must be ours: “To You I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens! Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master… So our eyes look to the Lord our God, until He is gracious to us.” Psalm 123