Compelled Pt. 3

This story does not have a happy ending. There are no winners here. Of all the characters in this tragedy, the baby is the most fortunate. That baby is with Jesus. The mother is the one who lost the most. She is somewhere right now, knowing what she did. How is she feeling? Can she sleep at night, or is she tormented, knowing what she did? Is she relieved that now she doesn't have to tell her dad? Does she feel empty, emotionless? Will she go to her grave with this secret never revealed and healed? Will this abortion be a catalyst to lead her to salvation? What about the father? Does he realize what he has done? Does he know that he has lost something precious? There are so many things I will never know this side of eternity.
The whole experience that day was gut wrenching. As I processed through what had happened, I found myself wondering how people have stayed at the front line of this battle for so many years. I know intercessors out there who have been praying at this clinic for a very long time, decades even. How do they go through this torture again and again? How can I go through this again? But as I think these thoughts, I know I will go back. I will stand at 1750 Wright Street again, because of hope. Maybe someday, a baby's life will be saved, a mother will avoid the guilt of murder, a father will know his child and a grandfather his grandchild because I stand out there. Most importantly, I know I will stand there because it makes me pray. I know I can pray at home. But nothing makes abortion more real to me than standing right there, watching women with empty eyes go into the clinic and knowing that in that building children are being murdered. I will go back.

I am honored to stand with several very faithful warriors in this battle. But I ask you to join the battle. Your presence at this clinic or one in your area is so important. Often, just seeing people out there will change a mother's mind. One day, I heard a young man, there with his girlfriend, exclaim, "I just can't do it! Look at all these people!" Sadly, that couple also lost their baby. You are needed. You are so needed. For every baby we see rescued, I would guess that roughly 40 are lost, just at this clinic. But that is one life. What is holding you back? We are all called to this battle. What is your part in it, to pray at a clinic, to give support to a pregnancy resource center, to talk your friend out of killing her baby? What is God calling you to do? How are you compelled?