A Day at the Fair

On April 22nd, it was the Earth Fair!  I had never been to an earth fair, and I had never been to one with the Survivors.  I was in charge of setting up the “Stump a Survivor” area because I was the one who figured out how to set up the banner nicely.  After I finished, I placed a black block and a stool for the Survivor to sit on.  Then I ran over to the children’s booth.  I forgot to mention that we had a children’s booth as well as an adult booth.  So I went to the children’s booth to make sure that no one needed my help.

I arrived at the children’s booth to find fetal development signs set up, a sign that read “A Person’s a Person no matter how small!”, and multiple signs that said “We are here!”.  It was such a fun colorful booth!  There were stations to color pictures, a station to make bracelets, and couple info booths that had amazing models showing the different stages in the baby’s life in the womb.  I decided that I was going to help with the info table because there were plenty of people working at the other two stations.  While I was standing at my station, a pregnant woman and her husband came up to the table to look at the information and the models.  “Hi how are you?” I said to them.  “We are doing fantastic!” They said together.  The woman looked at the little baby models and rubbed her pregnant belly.  “How far along are you?” I finally asked.  She beamed with excitement, “About six months now!”

I picked up the twenty-six week old baby model and held it up to her, “Then this is about the actual size and weight of your baby right now.”  She took the model in her hands and held it next to her belly to do a size comparison.  Then I showed her the “Watch Me Grow” pamphlet that showed the baby’s development through all nine months of pregnancy.  I showed her month six and told her that by this time, her baby can hear her talking.  She rubbed her belly and leaned over as far as she could and said, “Hello my sweet, little, baby of mine!  This is your mama speaking!”  I smiled as her husband leaned down to do the same, “Hello baby!  This is daddy!  I can’t wait to hold you.”  It was so awesome!  I love seeing parents with their first kid on the way.  They are always so excited and interested to see what their baby can do through all nine months of pregnancy.  Even if that baby is not their first, they are still as excited as they were when they had their first kid!  I loved working at that booth.  I loved listening to women telling me what they planned to name their baby if they had a boy or a girl.  It was an awesome experience for me.  Usually at campuses, there would be women who were post-abortive, or people who knew women who have had abortions, but at this booth, there was happiness!  Pure happiness!

I am not going to lie, the children’s booth was actually a little overwhelming for me.  Yes it was happy and everyone was happy there, but that was the problem for me!  Believe it or not, the happiness was really overwhelming that I actually cried when that couple was talking to their little daughter or son in the womb.  “Hey this is daddy” or “Hello my sweet little baby of mine!” A tear did run down my cheek.  Why doesn’t anyone stand up and take a stand against abortion?  It’s obvious that it is a little person in the womb, she can’t be anything else!  

So since the children’s booth was so overwhelming for me, I moved back to the adult booth to work a little bit over there.  When I got there, there was anger, debates were going at either end of the road we were on, there were graphic signs of aborted children, and people with tablecloths trying to block our signs!  There was a 100% contrast from the other booth.  People that I had seen happy at the children’s booth had turned into angry protesters who did not agree with our message!  I conversed with a few of the angry people walking by saying things like “shame on you” or “you’re disgusting” to our faces.  I remember one person that came up to me.  She looked like she was very sweet, when she got up to me, she was sweet, but she did not agree with what I was doing.  “You should spread the message of love to the women, not these pictures of hatred.”

“These are pictures of the truth,” I said to her.

“You have to be like Jesus and spread love.  Jesus would have never displayed a graphic picture like this.”  I stretched my arms as wide as they could go, “He did do a graphic picture when he was crucified.”

“Well...um...well he knew that he was going to die like that.”

“So what’s the difference of me standing here with this sign and Jesus’ crucifiction?”

“His message was a message of love.”  I had started becoming irritated, but I calmly said to her, “I love the women.  I love the babies.  I even love the men involved in the pregnancy.  I love them all so much that I will do anything to protect them from going through this horrible thing.  I do not want a woman to go through the regret of killing her own child.  I do not want the child to be ripped apart in his or her mother’s womb which is supposed to be a safe haven for that child.  I do not want that man to be a father of a dead child.  That is why I am holding this sign.”  Unfortunately, she still did not understand and kept saying that I should spread the message of love like Jesus did.  “Ma’am, just like Jesus did, I am displaying a graphic image to save people!  I am here to protect everyone here.  I love everyone here!”

“Maybe you should just stay out of the decision of a woman between her and her doctor.”

“Now that I know that you are a christian, in Proverbs, it says to ‘Rescue those who are being dragged to the slaughter; and from those tottering to execution, withdraw not.’ I am here to rescue those little babies that are being dragged into abortion clinics against their will.”  

“But you shouldn’t use such a graphic picture,” she said folding her arms across her chest.

I pointed to the sign, “I can describe this as much as I want.  I can tell you how horrible and bloody abortion is, but I can’t describe the picture to the full extent.  Pictures are worth a thousand words!”

This conversation did go on for about a half an hour and finally, when she was leaving, she said to me, “I hope you find a way to spread your message with love.”

I got the last word and said, “Well I already told you I was...”  Then she left without saying another word.

For Life and for the Little Ones,

Sarah

One of Those Days

“I’m tired!  I’m hungry!  My feet hurt!  Maybe I’ll just stay home and not come back after Easter break.”  I’m not going to lie.  These complaints have been running through my head recently.

Recently, I had been listening to a fellow teammate say that she was not going to come back to Campus Life Tour after Easter break.  I was thinking the same thing.  We were tired, hot, and we just wanted to go home.  When we went to a high school, we whined on the corner as we waited for students to come out.  I had been having a horrible head ache all day and I just wanted to sleep, but I knew it was my duty to stand up and educate these high schoolers what abortion really was.  Then the thought occured to me, I am not suffering as much as these babies who are going through abortion!  When I thought that, I was ashamed that I was so selfish in thinking that I wanted to go home, or sleep in the car.  Yes I admit it!  I was a selfish person, but as soon as I thought about those 3500 babies that would be dying that day, there was nothing that could be as worse as being ripped apart in your own mother’s womb.  I looked at my teammate, “Stop whining and think about those babies that are going to die today.  They are going through something worse than we are.”

Now I think about that all the time!  Even while I was at a high school this week. 

 We went to Moorpark High School and I met a couple kids while I was handing out literature.  A young man walked past me saying that he was pro-choice.  I thought that was going to be the last time I was going to see him, but he came back.  “Why are you outside of a high school?  We’re just kids!”

“Well yeah I know you guys are just kids, but the abortion industry is targeting you young people!  I am trying to educate you all what abortion really is before one of you gets into that situation.”  He was trying to defend the wrong side of the abortion debate after I told him that.

“Well it’s still a woman’s body.  She should have the right to do whatever to her body.”

“But that’s not her body.”  The boy chuckled as if I had just told a joke, “It has a separate set of DNA.  If it was the woman’s body, then she would have four arms, legs, eyes, and half of the time would have two different genders.  That doesn’t sound right does it?”

“Well it’s still inside her so it’s her body.  She should live with the consequences if she has an abortion.  She should know what’s happening when she gets an abortion.”

“So just because that child is inside means that the baby should not get rights like you and me?”

“Right because the baby is dependent on its mom.”

“An infant is dependent on the mother when she’s born, so what’s so different?  Based on what you are saying, it should be legal to kill newborns as well.”

“No, no, no.  That’s not what I’m saying.”

“You are saying that since the baby is dependent on her mom, it’s ok for the baby to be killed by an abortion.”  He chuckled to himself again and walked away.

“So you can look at this picture and say it’s okay?”

“Yeah I can.”  I could not believe that he had just said that!  If you were pro-abortion, would you look at the picture of an abortion and honestly say that you are okay with it?

After a few minutes after the young boy left, a girl walked passed me, “Did you get one of these?” I said holding out a piece of literature.

“What about all of those orphans that will never be adopted?”

“You don’t know for sure if those kids will never be adopted.  There are millions of families waiting to adopt here in America.”

“But American kids never get adopted.  It’s only the kids from overseas that get adopted.”

“So just because the child might end up in an orphanage means that it’s okay to rip that child limb by limb in her own mother’s womb?”

“Well what if the kid is going to be abused?”

“Look at this picture, abortion is the most abusive thing that that child can go through.”  She crossed her arms.

“But like I said, kids in America are never adopted.”

“Where did you get your source?  Let me look that up later.”

“I think it was like...prochoicenation.com.”

“Well that’s not a liable source.  Do you have another source that I can look up?”

When she saw that she had no other source, she changed the subject immediately, “Well the child in the womb is pretty much brain dead, so it can’t think for itself.”

“What about a man that is in a coma?  Should we have the right to kill him too?”

“Well yeah, if his family thinks it’s for the best.”

“So you think that killing is okay?  You don’t know if that man will come out of his coma or not, you can’t just assume that he will never wake up.”

“But then he will be dependant on everyone.  He won’t be able to feed himself or anything.”  When she said this, I thought of Terri Schiavo and her case.

“There was a young woman in Florida that was in a coma.  She came out of that coma and she could eat, she just had to have a feeding tube.”

“But we will be taking care of someone who is unresponsive.  She must have been just brain dead.”  So I explained more about what Terri was really doing.

“She was responsive!  She could move her eyes, laugh at her dad’s jokes, and eat with the feeding tube.  Just because she was disabled doesn’t mean that we should have the right to kill her.”  The girl seemed to be a little frustrated, but she was calm.

“So what happened to her?”

“Her feeding tube was taken away from her and she starved to death.  Her family did not want that to happen, but it did against their will.”

“Well I’m glad she’s out of her misery.”

“I just told you a minute ago that she would laugh at her dad’s jokes!  Even though she couldn’t do things that you and I could do, she was still happy to be alive.”  The girl rolled her eyes.

“I’m just glad they pulled the plug on her.”  I could not believe my ears.

“So you are alright with killing people?”  She thought about that for a second, and shockingly she said.

“Yeah I am.  I think that people who are in comas or who are suffering from cancer, or who want an abortion should have the right to kill the people that are a burden to us all.”  I was missing many students walking past while I was talking to this girl, so I told her,  “I cannot believe that you are alright with killing people.  You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“But I’m not.”  She said with a smug look on her face.

“Look at this picture that I am holding,” she looked at the picture, “Can you honestly say that you are okay with killing people in the womb and killing people outside the womb as well?”

“Yes.”  I was astonished at how arrogant she was being.

“Then you go tell your friends that you are okay with killing people.  How would they react?  Why would you say that?”  She didn’t want to talk to me anymore.  She turned around and began to walk away with her head held high.

It is amazing that kids at a high school are being taught such awful things.  It is also amazing that this generation is so arrogant.  It could have just been this high school, but the level of arrogance was so great that I just wanted to leave right then!  But I knew that I had to teach these kids what abortion really was whether they liked it or not.  At least I was planting a seed in them.  Sure I might get tired, frustrated and hungry, but I always have to keep in mind that thirty-five hundred children are going through something worse than I am everyday in America.

For Life and for the Little Ones,

Sarah

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For Life and for the Little Ones,

Sarah

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Glaubst du, dass ich eine Facebook Fan Page für ein Tagebuch eines Missionars zu schaffen?

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Pensez-vous que je devrais créer une page Fan Facebook pour un journal d'unmissionnaire?

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Taking the Truth to Tennessee!

03-29-12
Today we went to Tennessee State University and after that  to two high schools.  At TSU, I manned the table as usual and the usual things happened.  Young women came prancing up to the table as if we were handing out candy and looked at the little models of the babies.  “Is that what a baby really looks like when it’s twelve weeks?”  They would ask, holding the twelve week model up to my face.  “Yeah!  By the time the baby is this big, she has a heartbeat, brainwaves, fingerprints.  She’s just a tiny person!”  The usual questions came, “Can you actually abort a baby at thirty weeks?”  It always hurts me when I have to answer this question.  “Yes, it’s legal to kill a child through all nine months of pregnancy.”  There, I said it.

Usually when we go to high schools, students are pretty responsive, but at Martin Luther King Jr. Magnet Pearl High School, the students there were extremely arrogant!  One student approached, confident she would stump me.  “I’m pro-choice, and I know that you will never change my mind.  It’s just a fetus, it’s not alive.”  I explained to her when a baby has a heartbeat, brain waves, etc., but then her accomplice came out to defend her friend, “Well, what if the woman is raped?  Should that girl go through nine months of pregnancy with a rapist’s child?”  I answered her as I have many people before, “Should that child be punished for the crime of the father?”

“It’s not a child, it’s a fetus.”

“You yourself just said that it was a child.”  The first girl saw that her friend made a slight mistake on their part and chimed in, “Okay, if there was an infant and a fetus in the middle of the road, which would you save from the car coming straight towards them?”

“Both.”

“Well if you could save only one, which one would you save?”  Another student that had been listening chimed in, “What kind of question is that?  It’s like you’re asking her whether she would shoot her mom or dad.”  He did have a point, so the young pro-abortionist in training turned against him, “You men have no say in this.”  The young man looked quite appalled.  I turned to her, “Men are as involved as women are!  They are half of that child growing inside the womb.”  She just laughed as if I had said a funny joke, but the young man beamed with excitement that I was defending him.  The girl saw she was getting nowhere and instead of trying to talk with me any longer, she turned around and yelled, “Whoever is pro-choice, come with me!”

“What do you mean pro-choice?” another kid in the small crowd asked.

“If you are against what they are doing.”

I pointed to the graphic sign, “This is the choice that she is supporting.”  They all stepped a good three feet from the girl, “Heck no!  Why would you support that?”  The young girl just pranced away with her accomplice.

I stood there talking with students a while later then I locked my elbow right when a young man came and kicked my sign.  It jammed my shoulder back, but I felt okay.  A security officer was standing there when it happened and pulled the guy aside.  After she talked to him, she came up to me, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen ma’am”

“Do you want to press charges against the young man who kicked your sign?”  I saw no damage done to the sign, so I said that if he came over and apologized for kicking my sign, I would not press any charges.  She raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”  So she left and brought the young man back.

“This is Ken and he has something to say to you.”

“I’m soooo sorry for kicking your sign, I don’t know what I was thinking.”  He apologized a few more times.

“Ken, I forgive you one hundred percent.”  Then we shook hands and he left with the security lady.

It is now about three days after that had happened and my shoulder and collarbone have started to hurt.  I’m not sure what exactly happened, but it may have been caused by me locking my elbow before I was kicked.  No matter how much pain I am in, I am determined to do God’s will.  I will offer up all of my suffering for the little babies in the womb that do not have a voice and who may or may not die from abortion.