Face the Truth

This is the sign I carried yesterday when I went out with the Pro-Life Action League to protest in Rockford. We lined up alongside the road at busy intersections with a few other images of murdered babies--in such a way that there were 10-15 images of a first trimester abortion (at least 20 feet between each sign, too), then 10-15 of a second trimester (which is what you see here) and then the same of the third trimester....and variations on that theme. In the end, our protests at three different sites stretched out for a mile or more. I was fortunate enough to be standing near stoplights at 2 of the stops, which gave me ample opportunity to talk with drivers as they waited for their light. It was remarkable. I'd have to say that it's encouraging that the feedback was pretty evenly split between getting a thumbs up and getting flipped off. But the thing is, at least for me, that I'm not standing out there with that sign to convince the hard-headed-pro-aborts that abortion is wrong. I'm standing out there so that the completely unaware half of the population knows what abortion really is. Because they really, truly don't know. I'm standing out there for the 15-year-old girls who gasp in horror and ask, "Is that really a baby?" and for the big black man who took a long, hard look at my sign and declared, "That SUCKS! I am a-GAINST that!", for the elderly couples who shake their heads muttering, "What a shame." Early in the morning, two ridiculous liberals pulled up in front of me and began a discussion: "Are you guys Christians?" me: "Yes." guy:"Let me ask you something. Why do this? What effect do you think this is going to have?" me: "I'm doing it so people know what they're doing to babies." guy: "People know what they're doing to babies." (said in the MOST condescending way. He proceeded to ask me about the war and a few completely irrelevent questions.) But they don't. They don't know. In fact, I bet that most of the women who decide to abort their babies don't know what that means, as is evidenced by the woman who came strolling along the sidewalk just moments after that bozo drove off. She came over to admire Ambrose, who was sleeping pretty soundly. "Gosh, he's cute," she said, stroking his arm. She looked at my sign for a moment, and then slowly started moving on. "I had one of those once," she said, pointing at the sign. She paused and stared for a moment. "But I'm real sorry. I didn't know it was like that. I didn't know. It was just my situation...but I didn't know." Killing babies--killing anyone--is wrong. But they're not just stopping a beating heart (which would be awful enough in itself). They're brutally and unapologetically dismembering and murdering them. People need to know that. Anyway, Ambrose and I are going back out again with the Pro-life Action League tomorrow and on Saturday. Pray for us and for the group and most importantly, for the message.