So today our day started out a bit early and unusually...It began at 5 am to the sound of a guitar strumming (thanks Apple...). Yes, my alarm sound of choice, my iPhone. We began with a mission. Though it was a Saturday; a day that I usually whine if I am awakened before 8am, I didn't grumble about this morning. Our usual agenda of making a special breakfast consisting of breakfast tacos or pancakes or something was, instead, replaced with a box of donuts (don't judge me, :oP) and a quick trip to HEB to get bottled water. Leaving the house at 6:15 anxious and unsure of what the early morning would bring, we made our way down to the Houston Women's Clinic. You may ask yourself why in the world we were going to the doctor so early in the morning? It is at this clinic that life is trampled upon and babies are torn limb from limb. Yes, this was an abortuary (a.k.a. abortion clinic).
We arrived to see a parking lot quickly filling with young men and women who were there to "correct a mistake." In truth, they were there to commit one of the most unacknowledged and gruesome acts known to mankind...murder. While our demonstration was peaceful, as intended. We lined the sidewalks next to the entrance of the parking lot and pled on behalf of children who couldn't speak for themselves. Sure, I can guess what you are thinking..."Crazy, narrow-minded freaks!!!" We begged the men and women entering the clinic to speak to us before going through with it. Holding signs some of which contained scripture, some of which contained Adoption as an option, sadly, we were in large part, ignored. Those that scheduled their "appointment" the day before, went through with it; taking the life of their innocent, unborn child. While we aren't certain that everyone who entered the clinic was there for that purpose, clearely they supported it.
We (I and several of the other men) did get an opportunity to speak to one of the young men who had brought his girlfriend in for the procedure this morning. For the sake of my post we will call him Bob (Not his real name.). Bob initially was quite abrasive and militant before he spent about 20 minutes in his card staring at us in his rear view mirror and smoking in his truck. Finally with some prompting from one of our men, he came out and decided to talk with us. He was probably just looking for a way to pass the time but my prayer is that God used that time for much more. I am not sure he ever went into the building to support his girlfriend with their choice, which is a total act of cowardice. We debated with him and pled with him to stop this travesty for about an hour. Sadly, it didn't result in a saved life. My hope is that God used that time to tear down some walls that will open his heart to the gospel, bring him to repentence and change his life. Several of us offered to adopt their unwanted child. At the end of our time, he couldn't look one of us in the eye and say that what he did was right in the sight of God.
While that encounter didn't result in a life saved, two others did. By God's grace two women changed their minds and two babies were spared. We rejoice with them and praise God's mercy on their lives and the lives of the babies growing in their wombs.
I found it sad that in many cases the young man that drove the young woman to the appointment merely dropped them off, the height of cowardice. They left their girlfriend or wife to deal with their own conscience...alone. This leads me to ask...what makes a father? Mind you, I am not, nor have I ever professed to be the perfect father. But, seriously, what makes a father? With tomorrow being Father's Day, this experience held a completely different and unexpected meaning for me. As I have mentioned in previous posts, when we found out we were pregnant with our 2nd child, we were less than thrilled. We have repented for that, because we were WRONG!! Even at the height of our sin in that time, not once did we ever consider murdering our child. There were people at the clinic who were bringing young children in with them. That is unacceptable! I still can't see myself being willing to end that pregnancy. While in God's mercy he showed us the error of our way and has blessed us with our strong-willed 4 year old, we praise God for protecting him.
My father, like me, far from perfect, still had the fear of the Lord enough to give me life and not end it before birth. I don't have many memories of my childhood with my father but he still embraced being a father. It is a sad place when our youth see children as a mistake. It is an even sadder place when a doctor makes financial gain off of the foolishness of man. I agree, it is a horrible thought to bring a child up in "this world" when you take the Sovereignty of God out of the picture. But, we, as Christians, have to rely on God's sovereignty and trust that all life serves His purpose.
Church, I beg you to wake up and not buy into the political correctness lie. Call out sin!! Repent and return to God. The kingdom of heaven is at hand. There is forgiveness, but first there must be repentence. Stand up, be counted, fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Speak out against this death and slaughter that has become an acceptable means of usurping God's authority and responding to a blessing with inhumanity. Choose you this day, whom you will serve...as for me and my house, WE WILL SERVE THE LORD!!!
I wish a Happy Father's Day to those two fathers whose girlfriend chose LIFE today!! One of these young men will be less that happy with her choice. I can't speak to the other one. But I speak to them to say, you are a father now...since the moment of conception. She made the right choice. You ARE a Father...don't waste it...
Soli deo gloria!
