Today, it was back to OWC to make one last effort to spare the imperiled infants. Again, my beloved Dad and I counseled together.
The first couple to arrive was the couple who had the supposedly dying child. The next was the couple who has the precious little girl. After they got there, the girl who left sobbing yesterday arrived, but this time with her wicked mother. I went to the back and called out. The husband of the woman with the dying baby was the first to react. I wasn't even aiming what I was saying directly at him, but rather at the mother of the aborting girl, but he got out of his car and began making faces at me (he has to be at least 50...and he was making childish faces), and telling me how disgusting I am. Then he called me a foul name. His antics encouraged the murderous grandma to open her window and in-put her two cents (she had already flicked us off as she drove into the drive way). She went on about how sad I was, and continued to hurl a couple of vulgar insults at Dad and I. "Sharon" (clinic worker) had come out earlier to give something to the Daddy with the cute little girl, and she was laughing (I'm pretty sure she and the guy were saying things about me--what else would there be to laugh at at an abortion mill, besides a fool for Christ preaching the gospel?)...I told her she would not laugh when she stood before God on judgment day...she said something as she went in the door, and slammed it. I'm assuming it included foul language, because it usually does. But, who really knows?
Eventually, the husband got back in the car and ignored me, and the mother/daughter killing squad got out...I ignored the mother and pled with the daughter on behalf of her unborn baby; but to no avail. The mother left her daughter there, and blew her a kiss on the way out the door..."Call me later!" I wonder how many babies she has killed. It was clearly her "choice" to kill the baby. I feel sorry for her daughter...albeit, she is still guilty for consenting to the murder of her own little one.
Just as we were about to leave, one last couple came in. I called out, and the boyfriend asked me to please by quiet. Apparently he doesn't know me very well ;) When he came out without his girl, I said "Sir, you are a coward." He said, "Thanks. You're a good person for doing this." I thought he was being sarcastic; Dad did not. As he headed to the car, I made one last plea on behalf of his baby, and then warned him of the judgment to come. Then, Dad and I got in the car and left.
Just as with Baby Chaz, Jehovah saw each and every one of these precious infants today. He saw them months ago; in fact, he knew them before the foundation of the earth. He willed their conception and knitted them together in the wombs of their Mommies...but their Mommies murdered them. Who knows the pain they felt; who knows how many were born alive, and left to drown in a cold, dirty toilet...no one but God and the murderers who want no justice. Only God will see their little bodies as they're "buried" with Orlando's other medical waste. It is a sad day in a country, when human beings made in the image of God are murdered through a government sanctioned "medical procedure" and thrown away as though they're garbage; they're obviously not.
May God have mercy on this nation by granting her repentance...may He raise up faithful preachers of His word, who will preach repentance in the name of Christ, for the remission of sins--in season, and out of season. Indeed, the harvest is plenty, but the laborers are few.
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