“With God all things are possible.” In today’s intention we pray to choose to trust God to bring an end to abortion soon, no matter how impossible that may seem to others.
is so hard to fathom the 50 million dead babies whose dried bones lie in a field
that we stand in across our nation. God has placed us here; incredibly, we find
ourselves in the midst of this tragedy. Ezekiel
37:1-3 “The hand of the Lord was upon me, and He brought me out by the Spirit
of the Lord and set me in the middle of the valley: it was full of bones. He led
me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the
valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, ‘Son of Man can these bones
live?’ I said, ‘O Sovereign Lord, You alone know.’” Like
Ezekiel, you and I are in a dilemma. God tells us, “Speak
and proclaim the Word of Life. Keep doing it. Let nothing deter you.”
More confirmation this busy killing day as mothers were pouring inside to kill their unborn babies. We begged and pleaded to those standing in line. Some turned to us and declined our offers of other options.
Just then, a young family began the walk towards the deathcamp. The toddler looked to be around two or three. He was very vocal and called over to me, “Hello!” I looked and smiled. Again this cherub-faced toddler said, “Hello!” I answered, “Well hello yourself!” I inquired, “Are you going inside the abortion mill?” The young woman pointed to the ultrasound van and said, “You got yourself a new one.” I then asked her, “Do you remember the old one?” She smiled and said, “Yes, you did my first ultrasound and saved my son. He’s seven years old now. I’m glad you were here, or I would of gone inside there and had the abortion.” I pointed to the toddler. She then went on to tell me she has had three more children; Ryan, the two-year-old staring up at us, was her youngest. “It’s gonna be my birthday,” he announced. “April 6th.” Daniel pulled out a five dollar bill and placed it in his little hand. “Mommy!” he squealed. “Go buy something nice for your special day,” we told him and he replied, “Thank you.”
Erica, his mother, whispered to me that she almost came back here to abort after having her first baby due to pressure from others, but she said, “I remembered what you told me in your van, and I couldn’t do it. Those babies are precious. I can’t imagine being here without one of them.” She then gave us a hug and thanked us before they walked towards the hospital. We bowed our heads in prayer and thanked God for a sign of encouragement and real hope.
We had no longer composed ourselves, when a couple we saved came over and asked for the much needed baby supplies we promised. We handed Tamara and her brother a box loaded with baby food, formula, diapers, and infant clothing. “Thank you so much!” They appreciated everything. Resources are very few in this depressed town. These are the fruits of our labors. We watched them drive away.
We overcome evil by doing good. Don’t ever doubt if we can bring
an end to the culture of death, the destruction of the family, or the
destruction of life by abortion. Look at what our Lord did for us on a Cross
over 2000 years ago, and yet He lives. Let our prayer be: “Thank You, Lord, for giving me
the eyes to see the holy dilemma of having to choose between the foolish thing
or the dangerous thing. The solution is clear. I will obey You and my hope will
be in You for the end of abortion, no matter how impossible it may seem to
others. In You I will trust. I dare not doubt Your power; I dare not fail to
follow Your call. In You who raised the dead, all hope comes alive. In Jesus’
Name we pray.”