I recently had a friend "rant about abortion" (her words, not mine) on her facebook page. She was feeling very convicted and concerned for the mothers entering into abortion clinics and being bombarded by "Christians". She felt calling these women horrible names and nailing them to the cross on their way in to their appointment was very un-Christlike and should not be happening by our fellow Christian brothers and sisters. Of course I completely agreed with her and am not exactly sure where she saw this happening but I can only image that if Christ had the opportunity to talk to a woman before entering into one of those clinics it would go a little something like this:
Two rocking chairs, on the walk way of an abortion clinic, sat swaying to and fro, one's movement was caused by the wind and the other's by it's occupant; a man with gentle and stricking features. He sat poised and relaxed, enjoying the sun as it warmed his face. As the woman walked past, shoulders down, her face sullen, her steps determaind, the man spoke; breaking through her concentration, calling her by name. "Beloved!" His voice, almost a whisper, echoed in her soul. "Where are you going?" Her cutting glance his way spoke for her as if to say, "Where do you think?" "Come, sit with me a while. The breeze is nice today and the lover of your soul awaits you in this chair", he reponsed. Her body grew tense, and blood rushed into her face. "I do not need this today." she thought. She tried to hurry past but found that her legs would not respond to her commands and instead she found herself right in front of him, unable to move. "I know him." the man said. Her eyes brows pushed their way down her wrinkled forehead and a knot swelled in her throat causing her lips to tighten, giving way to yet another answer that was given by her expression as if to say, "Who?" "Your son." He pointed to her womb. "I have plans for him. Plans that will prosper him, not harm him. Plans to give him a hope and a future." Hoping against all hope, the man waited, still, quiet, and gentle, stretching out his hand, inviting her to sit beside him. "I promise there is a better way."
Her response is not my story to write. Regardless, whatever her actions, they will not sway Christ's love for her. We pray she will choose to follow Him. We pray that though Christ is not actually here in person, that the ministers that are called to talk to these women are seeking out HIS actions and we pray for the unborn, that their lives be saved.
Beautiful, mama! Love you!
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