I remember the first time I stood outside of an abortion clinic.
It was a cool day and I zipped up my jacket almost to the neck. I noticed people with orange safety vests congregating around the door. (I found out later they were anything but safe.)
The "clinic" had just opened. I was standing among people with signs, tracts, and even bull horns. I had heard many warnings about such people. They were "too extreme and hurt the witness of the church" I had been told. I was there to find out first-hand how they damaged the kingdom.
Women, mostly young but some that were middle aged, began to find their way down the sidewalk escorted by the people in the orange vests. They were of all ethnicity and socio-economic statuses.
After the first few walked through, I was gripped with a reality I had not foreseen: there was a spiritual atmosphere of darkness. Most of the women had a level of embarrassment or shame evident by their eyes looking down and often their hands covering their faces. Other women mocked the gathered crowd with taunts about how they were going to kill their baby.
A chill went up my spine that shook me, but it was not from the cold temperatures. It was bitter coldness of a different kind.
I noticed an elderly lady who held a small Bible and a few pamphlets pleading with mothers going into the clinic about different options and that she would care for the baby in their womb. Her pleading was emotional and desperate. She wept after multiple women disregarded her and went into the building. A husband and wife in their 30's stood pleading with the mothers entering the place of death. Their offer was to adopt the child if the mother would spare it. Some yelled. Some wept. Some sang. Some prayed quietly (and some vocally).
Emotion overwhelmed me as I stood watching the scene unfold. The spiritual weight of those moments helped me to realize even more than ever that abortion was not a political issue; it was a moral and even more importantly a spiritual one. People with individual DNA and a future were about to be ripped apart or burned alive in what should be the very safest place anyone could ever be: their mother's womb.
I resolved to never be silent about those who could not defend themselves. I am prolife.
"There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers."
Proverbs 6:16-19
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