Two weeks ago at the doors of American Family Planning we met the grandfather of an unborn child. The grandfather had brought in his daughter to have the child killed. He was a very placid man, willing to talk, but at the same time, looking kind of vacant. He was a veteran of two wars, he said. he had been involved in classified missions, he said. He had seen so much dismemberment, bloodshed. What went on in the abortuary wasn’t so bad, he said. Twice he came out for a cigarette break, and twice we talked to him. When he came out the third time, I decided that “dialogue” was getting us nowhere. As he stood off to the side of the abortuary, looking off to the south, I walked over, stood in front of him and told him that on that morning he had had a chance to help put the world back together again, just a little bit, and he had failed. When he turned and walked back in to the abortuary, they say that his face had changed. For whatever reason, a few minutes later he left with his daughter and they have not been back.
The last two weeks have been very slow at American Family Planning. We have made good contacts, many mothers have left. Yesterday at breakfast we decided that we would lauch a new chapter in our history. We will be covering a second abortuary on Saturdays. Pray for us. Pray, too, for the new sidewalk counselors who have recently joined us, Marie and Kristine.
