I’m in the middle of moving my in-laws into a new apartment, so the homeschool conference summaries aren’t going to happen tonight. Sorry.
Instead, I’d like to point out a sobering article from someone who had an abortion.
I was still convinced they were there…somewhere. Hiding in the bushes, perhaps. Or sitting in their parked cars, reading the Bible, waiting for people to pull up, and then they would jump out of their cars and swarm around mine like a pitchfork-wielding mob. I waited five minutes. And I prayed the whole time that they were there. Then I waited five more minutes. Maybe they were just running late.
Nothing.
And you know the rest of the story. No one was there. Not a single living soul told me I didn’t have to do this. No one in the clinic told me otherwise, either, of course.
It’s a thought-provoking article. It will make you think again about finding some time to stand outside the local abortion clinic to pray.
