I don’t know how to start this subject. Let me try to tell a story. We’ll see how that goes.
There is sunshine, but the air is thin and cold. A wide open street on the edge of the old Stapleton Airport campus in east Denver invites the wind. I stand a few feet into the street, for several reasons. From there I can see past the cars parked on the curb, to quickly profile cars coming down the block from either direction. I’m away from unwelcome shade provided by the black tarps draping the encircling fence. And I can see my friends’ faces from their perch at the top of a couple ladders.
Cars parked on the curb function as easels to signs bigger than I am. The wind sneaks under the vehicles, between tires, and swirls to drag down larger-than-life graphic images of aborted children. The pictures show blood and entrails. Decapitation. Tongs holding body parts. Tiny feet and hands held in the gloved hand of a medical professional. Still babies curled up, skin blackened by unnatural death. I don’t like to look at those signs.
But I pick them up when they blow down. I help set them out each morning I sidewalk counsel. Without them those who drive by wonder what we’re doing. We don’t look serious.
In my few years’ experience sidewalk counseling, I have noticed that men and women planning to abort their sons and daughters are not very rational. We can take any verbal approach to explaining why abortion will not solve their problems, and they walk in anyway. Sometimes they even respond, revealing the level of their irrationality.
They’ll tell us to go save starving children in Africa , for example. As if the fact that children are dying somewhere else makes it ok to intentionally kill them here, and I should say nothing about it. Pro-choice people will argue that if a baby was conceived through rape, the baby should die. But if a 20-year-old was conceived in rape, they should not be aborted.
We talk about heartbeats and fingers and toes, DNA, and blood type. Abortion has been linked to increased risk for breast cancer, depression, and infertility. Planned Parenthood wants their money, and we’re out there as volunteers, offering free help. If they can’t keep the baby, they could choose adoption. Women are made to nurture, not murder their kids. Men are made to protect, not destroy life. Why get your healthcare from people who think it is healthy to pull the arms and legs off of babies? God hates the hands that shed innocent blood, and without turning to Jesus, the parents and staff must give an account to God for the lives they took.
But before they hear any of that, they see the pictures. For a moment their irrational thoughts cannot even pretend to refute a picture. It wakens an instant emotion: disgust, fear, compassion - that no words can wipe away. Faced with images of death, no desperate thoughts of boyfriends or fathers or college degrees or finances can compare. They drive on by. They get out of their cars. They hear sidewalk counselors through tarps and from ladders.
Honestly, the words we say are only the follow up. We make eye contact and speak up to plead for the lives of the babies. Sidewalk counselors cry out the warnings women will not hear inside. Those women who think they have no other choice hear our voices letting them know that we offer help.
This week a woman rode by our signs, instantly crying. She and her partner pulled into the parking lot but stayed in their car. We stood on the ladders, trying to make eye contact in their rear-view mirrors. And then the couple drove out, stopping for a moment to let us know they had changed their mind. We gave them information on where to get free help, and sent them on their way.
Some pro-life groups and even sidewalk counselors protest the use of graphic signs. But those that use them report that more people have testified that they changed their minds because of those pictures than for any other reason. They see the pictures and cannot go through with an abortion.
Four kinds of people see those graphic signs, our strongest argument against the choice of ending a brand new human life.
- Pro-lifers see them. We are reminded of the reality sterilized by large brick buildings prettily landscaped. It is hard sometimes, watching staff drive in nonchalant and unconcerned by the carnage a few rooms away, to be convinced that cruel murder takes place behind those doors.
- The staff sees them. Some of the staff witness actual abortions. I wouldn’t imagine the signs have much effect on them (except in that they expose to the world what they do every day). But other staff does paperwork and counseling and escorting. Perhaps their hearts will be softened when they see what they are supporting.
- Customers who are not pregnant see them. A few women stop by for birth control or STD testing or other gynecological procedures. Before they are in a desperate situation, pregnant and emotional, they have been exposed to the gruesome facts of “choice.”
- Mothers and fathers with appointments see them. There are a lot of efforts to prevent them from even reaching this point. Government programs attempt to teach people what they need to prevent unwanted pregnancies. Christian ministries offer help to pregnant moms with counsel and physical aid. Friends are out there offering support for keeping the baby, praying for the women they know or don’t know. But if this mom slipped through the cracks or chose to come anyway, there are two last efforts: unmistakable graphic signs and people who care enough to try to stop her up until the last minute.
A lot of people in these groups think illogically. They don’t understand consequences. They act on emotional impulses, and practice very little self-control. That’s why graphic signs are more effective: they bypass reason and appeal to emotion.
To God be all glory.
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