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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