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A Saturday Morning at the Abortion Clinic

Promoted by redneck hippie for its eloquent voice on behalf of the unborn.

It’s another Saturday in Austin and day has not yet broken as sidewalk counselors rush to get to the abortion clinic before the pregnant women make their way inside death’s door. We hope to have a few minutes to speak with them across the asphalt. We’re anxious and praying that we’ll have the words when we need them. We try to remember that these babies are already sentenced to die so really how bad can we mess up?

The sidewalk counselors make note of the shrubs the clinic has recently planted on the public right of way, along the edge of their parking lot. Many babies have been spared from abortion in those spots now occupied by red tip photinias. You see, that is the sidewalk counselor’s workspace. It’s where conversations are started, truth is shared, and sometimes, lives are saved. The shrubs are the latest ploy by the abortion clinic to derail our efforts. Red tip photinias grow thick and tall. They hope to build a wall in order to shield the women from hearing and seeing us.

The clinic escorts are back today; another tactic from the clinic designed to stymie us and discourage us. Some of the escorts are aggressive. They confront us as we talk to the abortion minded women. They instruct the women not to talk to us and tell them “They aren’t with the clinic.” And I think darn straight we aren’t.

Cars wait ominously in the parking lot. Slowly, women begin to emerge and a voice breaks through the darkness. “Hi, can I talk to you for a few minutes, ma’am?”  There are a variety of responses; most of them just shake their heads “no” and rush up the stairs to the clinic. However, at 6:45AM, the clinic isn’t quite open yet. The workers are busy preparing for their deadly deeds and so the doors are still locked. The women wait on the benches. Eventually the doors open and the women line up and make their way in as we project our voices saying “You don’t have to do this. You can leave there at any time.” Some women glance back at us and in return we smile and wave. We’re thinking, “Please God, let them change their minds.”

Women will come and go all morning. As they exit, some are crying. Many seem dazed. It is done. When they woke up this morning they were pregnant. When they walked out of the clinic , they were not. Before there was life within them – a baby developing and completely dependent on his mother’s womb, but now there is nothing but emptiness. No first smile, no first steps, no first day of school. No, the babies lost on this Saturday morning play with the angels in heaven now.

takkat | @kberbel
"She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick." ~Flannery O'Connor

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  1. This is so moving, and so beautifully told. Thank you, takkat, for everything that you and your cohorts are doing to save precious life and prevent the carnage. May God bless your heroic endeavors–your light surely shows that His face is shining upon you.

  2. The images that you present us with your writing, takkat, make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and the goosebumps break out on my arms. Such determination as you and your co-counselors demonstrate each day that you do this heartbreaking job is not just commendable, but utterly heroic.

    The thought that there are children alive this very day, this very hour, because of what you folks have done, are doing, must surely be what gives you the heart to keep doing it. Prayers for not only your safety, but for your success in saving more and for your peace of mind. Thank you.

  3. If our Country cannot value life what are its values? exactly, there are none. The left has had a 40 year head start on the slaughter of the innocents but the SILENT MAJORITY is silent no more, we will win this fight in the end!

  4. About ten years ago I had stopped by a small herbal store to pick up some rue to get rid of ants. There was a girl about fifteen with tincture of pennyroyal in her hand. I looked right at her and asked if she was alright and did she know what she was doing.

    I’ve seen terrified on faces for various reasons over the years, but her face still haunts me. She said she couldn’t go through it again.

    I told her that the bottle in her hand would not solve the reason she was there and asked if she needed help. She gave me the pennyroyal, left the store and was gone.

    I don’t know if she succeeded in aborting her child or had the baby in a safe place, but who ever the man was that put the terrified look on her face needs a special level of hell set aside just for him.

  1. This is so moving, and so beautifully told. Thank you, takkat, for everything that you and your cohorts are doing to save precious life and prevent the carnage. May God bless your heroic endeavors–your light surely shows that His face is shining upon you.

  2. The images that you present us with your writing, takkat, make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and the goosebumps break out on my arms. Such determination as you and your co-counselors demonstrate each day that you do this heartbreaking job is not just commendable, but utterly heroic.

    The thought that there are children alive this very day, this very hour, because of what you folks have done, are doing, must surely be what gives you the heart to keep doing it. Prayers for not only your safety, but for your success in saving more and for your peace of mind. Thank you.

  3. If our Country cannot value life what are its values? exactly, there are none. The left has had a 40 year head start on the slaughter of the innocents but the SILENT MAJORITY is silent no more, we will win this fight in the end!

  4. About ten years ago I had stopped by a small herbal store to pick up some rue to get rid of ants. There was a girl about fifteen with tincture of pennyroyal in her hand. I looked right at her and asked if she was alright and did she know what she was doing.

    I’ve seen terrified on faces for various reasons over the years, but her face still haunts me. She said she couldn’t go through it again.

    I told her that the bottle in her hand would not solve the reason she was there and asked if she needed help. She gave me the pennyroyal, left the store and was gone.

    I don’t know if she succeeded in aborting her child or had the baby in a safe place, but who ever the man was that put the terrified look on her face needs a special level of hell set aside just for him.

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