And I don't say that lightly.
The Hope Medical Group.
"Hope" Medical is one of the few locations in the East Texas/ West Louisiana area that offers to murder your baby for a fee (and payable by credit card, with discounts available).
And on any given Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday, you will find women lined up and waiting to pay anywhere from $475-$775 to kill their child there.
With my own eyes, I watched woman after woman and man after man with them go in that tiny, dark building to sacrifice their children.
I stood there holding little Ivy in my arms, begging them, and pleading with every mama as loudly as I possibly could from the closest place they would let me stand to please stop, please do not go in there, please do not murder your baby. Please, please turn back, that there is hope- there is another way.
And yet on they marched toward the heavy green door, avoiding any eye contact with me... desperately trying not to listen to what I said. And as beautiful as she is, they certainly didn't want to see my baby.
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The air was thick with evil.
Car after car, after car, drove in through the tiny entrance. As I stood by the lattice gate as each one pulled through, I caught a glimpse of many of the "Hope" customers. I had heard stories, but could hardly believe my eyes.
I saw mothers bringing their teenage daughters. I saw middle-aged husbands bringing their wives. I saw mothers and fathers together with their babies in the back. I saw boyfriends dropping off girlfriends at the door. I saw whole families waiting in the parking lot. I saw teenage couples alone who were barely even old enough to drive. I saw an old white man in a fancy BMW driving a young black girl in the backseat. I even saw a teenage couple taking selfies together while they waited for a friend outside.
They had three escorts to "protect" the patients from dangerous people like me, Ivy, and Rob. We were the enemy there. They did everything they could to block them from seeing us at the corner, but thankfully even with the loud traffic they could still hear us.
It felt unreal. We didn't keep count, but more than 100 people were surely in and out of there in one morning. If they came with another person, it was likely for a surgical abortion, and if they came alone or left quickly, it was likely for a medical abortion by taking Mifeprex. The entire place was dark and shady; with no windows and surveillance cameras and signs everywhere, it was not the kind of place you would go for any other reason.
I've been around the blogging/social media world long enough that I can already imagine the backlash that will undoubtedly come from other "Christians" at me just telling this story. But I don't care. Babies are being murdered. BABIES are being murdered. Can you comprehend this? I still can't.
If I were passing by a hotel and looked up to see a mother trying to drop her baby off a five-story balcony, I would stop right there and do everything in my power to try to talk that woman out of it, no matter what it took.
No matter what she believes now or later, no matter what they called me, no matter if everyone else I cared about thought I was crazy for begging her and crying out across a parking lot. I don't care what her reasons are, I don't care what else I have to do that morning, I don't care how many people want to stop me or are annoyed by me. If I can't physically stop her, I would try with everything I have to convince her to stop with my voice.
Walking on in silence would never save the baby, or keep the mother from going to prison for murder.
It may not be a balcony, but this scenario is every bit as real. It's so easy to be far removed from it- to forget it's happening at all. But you...you... know this mother plans to drop her baby off the balcony. Maybe on any Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday.
It's perfectly legal for her to kill her child right now, but should that stop you from doing something? If you might help save one precious baby and her mother would you stop what you were doing to get to that balcony and stand below?
It happens almost 3,300 times each day, friend. In big cities these murder mills are every few miles. How many people are willing to even try to save one life? What if the church made more of an effort to stand in this massive gap?
I'm completely ashamed that this was my first time to go to an abortion mill as an adult.
If these innocent babies are not my neighbor, who in the world is? Who will try to stop their mother from killing them? Let me tell you- not many will even try.
But thankfully, by the grace of God, my friend Amanda has been going for months and months and sharing the Gospel with these women. One day as she pled for the lives of the unborn, at least one mama didn't go through with her abortion, and several weeks later my friend received an INVITATION to her baby shower.
And because Amanda went, she gave me the courage to go. And other people like our friends who were with us Saturday- Danny, Connie, and Shawn- they go and plead at the gates of death weekly. They share the Gospel- the truth that there is hope in Jesus, on either side of the abortion. No judgment, no hate, nothing but loving them by telling them the truth and trying to stop even just one of the thousands of mamas on the balcony every day.
Will you go out there with us?
Will you please, please consider going to plead for the lives of sweet babies?
If you don't know where the balcony is, search for it. There will be one near you.
And there will be a mama waiting on it.