Yesterday, Tuesday abortion day at Planned Parenthood of Lincoln, I rounded the corner as I drove to do my shift, one block from Planned Parenthood. I noticed a nice-looking young couple parked at the laundromat. Maybe because they were a couple, maybe because they drove a very nice PT Cruiser, they caught my eye, and I wondered if they were debating abortion. I thought I would alert someone more experienced than I when I reached the clinic. That person wasn't there that day, and I immediately forgot my intention until one hour, ONE HOUR! later, the same Cruiser drove through the gates of death to the deceptive welcome of PP escorts, apparently to get the abortion. I can only imagine the agonizing discussion that must have been taking place in that car for at least an hour, one block away from the death chamber.
I felt so personally sad. How could I have forgotten my intuition so easily when a baby, a real live person, stood to lose his/her little life only an hour later? I think it just goes to show how remote the baby in the womb is, even to this sidewalk counselor. What I don't actually see, I don't actually hold in my memory, apparently, even though I deeply believe abortion is the killing of a live, defenseless human being.
Can I say, "Oh well, apparently it was just meant to be?" Hardly! All I can do is try to learn the hard lesson that noticing such things is a vital part of reaching out to women, to couples, BEFORE they drive through those grim gates of death.
May God and that little one forgive not only those parents, but me, too, for OUR failure to do more. . .
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