Students for Life
This year, I have had the fantastic opportunity of being the president of the Students for Life club here at Bethel. I think one of the most impacting things that I have done with the club is go and pray at the abortion clinic. I did this again yesterday which reminded me of a previous trip to pray:
“The other day I had the opportunity to pray by the abortion clinic by my school with a small group of other students. A neighboring business has built a small garden area specifically for people to come and pray. When we arrived, I set myself up in direct sight of the entrance to the clinic where I could see people, mostly women, entering and exiting. At this particular clinic, the doctor who performs the abortions is only there at certain times and we made it a point to be there at a time that he would be performing abortions. This seemed to make it even more vital to pray for each person entering or exiting that building.
“While women were entering and exiting we didn’t know for sure whether they were there for an abortion or not, but sometimes their actions certainly suggested it. At one point, a nurse stepped outside the door of the clinic and spoke in the direction of a car. “Are you coming in?” Long pause. “Yes.” This answer startled me because I had not even realized there was a woman sitting inside the car. “Do you have an I.D.,” the nurse asked. The intensity of my prayers definitely increased at this point. The woman sat in her car for a while but then slowly got out. She stood by her car for a moment while looking toward the building’s entrance then finally walked over to the nurse and handed over her I.D. The nurse ushered the woman into the building and, as the doors closed, my heart sank for her and the life that she carried.
“When the doors close does that mean that we should stop praying? An opportunity lost on our part still has purpose in God’s larger perspective and plan. No matter what happened in that building that day, there is hope for its redemption. No matter what happened in that woman’s life that day, there is hope for redemption. No matter what happened in the nurse’s life that day, there is hope for redemption. No matter what happened in the life of the doctor that performed that abortion, there is hope for redemption. No matter what happened the day that abortion became legal in our nation, there is hope for redemption.
“Never forget, there is hope for redemption.”