A ProLife Christmas Carol

· Posted 27/12/09 by Administrator

By Jayne White

Mistletoe and holly — the season’s here once again! Every year I look forward to days filled with family, hot chocolate, Dean Martin and the annual Survivors Christmas Caroling. This event has motivated me as an activist for life.

As December rolls around, my father, Survivors founder Jeff White, and Survivors director, Cheryl Conrad, have everyone scrambling around trying to get things in order to “bombard” abortion clinics with blessings. This is probably the craziest time of year for us. If you’ve ever thrown something big together at the last minute you know what I’m talking about.

Gift baskets were put together in a fun fashion this year, thanks to the volunteers. I brought some of my closest friends from my community to help out. We whizzed around and got everything packed in an hour. THAT has never been done before! I’m pretty certain we could have made a record if we hadn’t run out of wrapping supplies three times. But in the end, the job was done and we were all satisfied with our accomplishments.

Our first caroling event took place in L.A. The sun was shining, but the wind was bitter. Everyone clustered close while we belted out “Joy to the world.” As I stood filming the action, I smiled sadly. Every year I look forward to this event, but every time it occurs, another year of children being dragged into hell has gone by. I can’t even tell you how often I have fallen on my knees begging God to end abortion, to end the haunted looks on mothers’ faces as they come out, having had life sucked from them. Her Medical Clinic is one we never fail to visit. As the lyrics of “O Holy Night” filled the air, a young nurse came from the back asking us to leave. We took our time leaving and I think it pestered her. She started coughing — hacking is more like it — in the faces of our leaders. The patients in the office stared with mouths dropped open at the rudeness this nurse portrayed. We stayed, singing our hearts out, until the security showed up and kindly escorted us back onto the street.

Fortunately we were told a mother had come out of the clinic, willing to keep her child out of the hands of a greedy abortionist. That, I told myself, is enough to keep me passionate about being active in the pro-life movement.

Preparations began once again as the second caroling project headed towards us. The day dawned gloomy and wet. When I say wet I mean water was everywhere. We probably sounded like a herd of elephants as we slopped and splashed our way to the clinic doors. Two of the clinics heard us, or so it seemed, and we were locked out. We persisted and stayed by the doors pushing literature through the mail slots and talking to the women behind the door. I won’t deny that it is tough not knowing whether or not you have reached anyone, or if a baby was saved. You want to be rewarded in some way for your effort, but most of the time you have no idea.

I recollect being about 9 years old and my dad and I were taking a drive together when I asked him how many babies he thought he had saved during his time in the movement. “Around 600 I guess,” was his answer. “600?” I thought. Didn’t seem like much. I admit I was slightly disappointed with that answer. I thought that seemed like a sad number for how often he was away from home and on the streets interacting with mothers. Now though, I clearly understand how infrequently you hear back from someone that you saved their baby, and how many times you are left wondering if the abortion did or didn’t take place. 600. That’s quite a number. Makes me proud to be his daughter.

The last clinic we came to was guarded by an outwardly antagonistic black man. He has been working as clinic security for some years now and we never fail to drop in on him. This year he rolled his eyes as we approached and stated, “Are we gonna go through this again?” I feel the same way, bud. He may think we enjoy coming out every year to “hound” him, but in truth it hurts to know abortion is still underway. A small Catholic group was already outside praying and counseling the women whenever they had and opportunity. From them we learned that a young woman, Jenny, had decided not to kill her baby, but was dragged back into the clinic by her boyfriend. The Catholic women continued to talk to her through the doors as she huddled in the back of the waiting room. Unfortunately she disappeared into the back when the cops arrived and nothing else was seen of Jenny. Eventually a clinic escort was sent out into the midst of the group to keep us from reaching the arriving women. Such a hardened young woman, so filled with an evil spirit. As we finished our carols, we packed up and headed back to the cars. For me, my heart is always a little heavy when we end on a note like that.

A Christmas party! Just the thing to liven you up. We all gathered at a Survivor’s house for food, fun and fellowship. Celebration of the life we saved and prayer for those we know-not-of. Our afternoon was filled with fun, games and laughter.

I feel so young when I hear my dad chatter about 30 years ago when he led a group of hundreds to butcher-row. I think about all those who have patiently and stubbornly stood at the entrance, unwilling to let a mother kill her child. And I ask myself, “Am I doing all I can to help stop this injustice?” Are you doing all YOU can? Citizens at large have become so desensitized to the fact that babies, with their big eyes, goofy-sweet smiles and small toes, are being mangled and dismantled from a place that should be their safest shelter. This is happening in your town and in mine. And here we sit with our feet propped up and the fireplace crackling. Why can’t we spend a half hour in front of a clinic offering LIFE and joy to distraught mothers? Instead we sit back and give them our permission to silence their child forever. If we don’t care enough to be active, then why care at all? Being pro-life doesn’t save babies, acting pro-life does.

Comment

“Why can’t we spend a half hour in front of a clinic offering LIFE and joy to distraught mothers?”

Too busy?
Too scared?
Too pious?
Too cowardly?

I’ve been trying to get the local “Christians” to come out for years. Must not be TOO many Christians in the I.E.

— Sharon Guengerich · Dec 27, 01:25 PM · #

Continued…

Too apathetic?
Too faithless?
Too self-centered?
Not pious enough?
Not really saved?

See, I really don’t know which it is because the local “christians” don’t respond to my plea for help at the mill. I only hear deafening silence. I can understand how they can ignore me, but how can they ignore the baby in the womb? How can so many “Christians” ignore God, Who commands all of us to:

11 Rescue those being led away to death; hold back those staggering toward slaughter.

12 If you say, “But we knew nothing about this,” does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who guards your life know it? Will he not repay each person according to what he has done?

Proverbs 24:11-12

???

— Sharon Guengerich · Dec 29, 09:59 AM · #

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