Slaves

As I stand here...cold...cold to the bones...traffic flies by...people with no cares in the world...people suffering...people to rich for words...people so poor no ones knows their pain. Oh God...it is these you have called to Yourself...and yet they have been deceived. Made to beleive a child is not a child. A baby not a baby. The ultimate deception. They now see each other as mere objects...no respect and dignity given to themselves or others. Young women...many of them with boyrfriends/husbands coming along...they walk in...some crying...some head held high as though what they are about to do is something lofty and noble. Many plug their ears as I cry out to them..."Please, just take this information, look at all your options, please, don't do this." Some men look at me wistfully, but the women hurry them along. I see it in their eyes. Flesh of their flesh..and blood of their blood. One who has been convceived through a passionate love for their woman...to be torn away from them before they even know this little one.
And then, there are those who drag the woman in...despite her tears..despite her intense pleadings. Her spirit broken, she submits to this torture of the body and mind. I see our Lord on the cross, " Lord forgive them, for they know not what they do."
While I am standing here I yell at the Evil One. I feel the opression around this place and I tell him he shall be defeated. There is One who has come and He will come again and cast you down into your deserved place.
As soon as I say this, a man comes over to me. He is unresponsive. I am pleading with him...begging him...he does not even blink. He says thank you and walks off. Dear God, do you know what his t-shirt said?? " WE WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!" Oh, but you will be deafeated. I pray to God to send me one baby today. Just one. If I have to, in order to save this one, I will adopt it myself.
I am getting discouraged and thinking about leaving. Demons hover about as during this time of quiet, I know it is not quiet. That little spark of life is being torn out of it's own mother's womb, with her full consent. She leaves with an empty belly and an empty heart. Oh God, allow this precious ones into Heaven. May their sufferings be united with the sufferings of their Lord Jesus.
All of a sudden, a young african american girl drives up to me. She has just come out of the clinic...she is very beautiful..maybe 18 or 19 years old. She looks sad beyond words...full of heartache. She says she had the sonogram but did not go through with the abortion. I talk to her for as long as I can before the security guard moves me along. I pray she goes to the White Rose Center. There they will help her. I pray for this little girl right now. Blessed Mother, be a mother to her now.