A Morning at an Abortion Clinic

This past Saturday, my husband and I stood with other Christian men and women in front of an abortion clinic in Charlotte. I have never been to one and this experience left me speechless and I haven't stopped thinking about it. Since I am at a loss for words I thought I'd share what my husband blogged about after we went:

“Real men lay down their lives for their babies.”  This was the most soul-stirring thing I heard said yesterday while we stood outside the abortion mill on Latrobe in Charlotte.  It was profound for two reasons.  First, because it was said by a ten year old holding a microphone talking to a guy in his thirties as he walked his wife/girlfriend into the abortion mill.  And two, because it’s true.

The church in America feels good about itself because when the preacher stands against abortion we say “amen.”  When we go the the ballot boxes we check the box next to the candidate who is pro-life.  So, we’ve done our part right?  Yesterday, I watched at least thirty girls walk into that clinic in the span of two and a half hours.  Thirty babies, believed to be just tissue, had their lives snuffed out. At the very least these precious babies received a death threat from a “counselor” who’s main motive is to generate income for the mill.  (NC law requires a “counseling” session and 24-wait before abortion)

If you were alive in Nazi Germany in the 40′s, what would you have done to save the lives of millions of Jews being slaughtered on a daily basis?  The church doesn’t need to get nuts and vicious with those who perpetrate this disgusting crime.  The church needs to be a visible light of hope to women who are deceived into thinking that an abortion will make life better and erase a “mistake” they made or remove an inconvenience in their life.  Yesterday, we offered these girls free medical care, free cribs and clothing, a free baby shower, and love but their minds had already been made up.  The good news is that this past week eight babies were saved at the Latrobe mill because some girls wanted to hear that there is another way.

I know not everyone is wired for this.  Not everyone can get on a mic and preach the gospel of hope and confront people with their sin in order to proclaim to them that there is a Savior.  But, why couldn’t you show up at a clinic one Saturday a month and stand and pray and be a visible reminder to these girls that this sin cannot done in secret and there is another way of hope.  You can hand out brochures with information.  Is it really enough to just say “amen” when your preacher says abortion is wrong?