Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Do s and Don't s of Sidewalk Counselling

The Do s and Don't s of Sidewalk Counselling

Saturday, 3/21, around 10am, Officer Becker stopped by to say the police received calls that we were harassing people at Womanuncare. He went on to say that, "you should not look at them, talk or shout to or at them, or try to interact with them". In retort, I told him that we sign a statement that we would not harass or act violently toward any of the clients. And I told him that we "give them a greeting, we offer them literature, we ask them if they would like free ultrasounds and counselling and to give their babies up for adoption?" If they want to interact with us, we will do that. If they don't want to, we stop talking to them, but we continue to pray for them, that they will give their babies life.

Now here's the rest of the story: the couple that filed the complaint had taken a lady friend inside for an abortion. They first parked in the parking lot by Sfield Rd. Someone tried to engage them in conversation. They hurled at us a mouth full of insults, going into and coming out of the mill. As they got into their truck, they dropped their cell phone. Then they roared off. But five minutes later, they return and drive up to the abortion mills front door. Someone gave me the phone so I called out to the cussing lady as she went into the mill, "Is this your cell phone?" She took some steps inside the door, but turned around and headed toward me. She said, "Yah, that's my phone, how did you get it?" I just had to be a smart #@$%! so I said, "I'll return it, if you change your mind and don't get an abortion". The woman said, @#$%! to me. I was speechless.
As they backed out, they ran into another car that was also backing out of a parking space. Minor damage was done. But guess who they wanted to blame for the accident? You guessed right: me. I was reported to the police as the cause and harasser of those nice folks. So you see folks as long as I'm around, you can do anything and I'll get the blame.
So all of that takes me to the meeting on procedures we had last week at the Problem Pregnancy office to make sure we were all on the same page with our approach as sidewalk counsellors.
We decided to follow the Helpers of God's Precious Infants techniques.
There are five things we say initially:
Greeting: Smile. Look into her eyes, say:
Hi mom, God bless you.
My name is _________.
I'm here on behalf of pro-life.
Here take this: (give a rosary or some prolife literature to get her to slow down)

Empathy: As the woman walks to the abortion door, say:

Many woman going in have real problems, We understand that.

Warning:
If you take the baby out, its like ice water for a fever. The fever goes down for five minutes, but comes right back.
The same things happen to you. The problems will appear to go away, but will come right back. But in this case , thousands of times worse.
We have free help for you throughout your pregnancy (show the literature).
Help Available: ( If the woman hesitates)
Describe the help available at the centers close by ( show literature ):
Free pregnancy tests, counselling, ultrasounds, even free medical help can be arranged in many cases.
Something Spiritual: Always end with:
We are praying hard that you will continue to give your baby life or Please, Have Mercy on Your Baby.

Lastly, when interacting with clients do so without shouting at them.

Feed back, welcome.
Peace of Christ.
Howard

Friday, March 20, 2009

CBNmusic -- Israel Houghton: An Intimate Portrait of Worship

A young lady (22-26 years old approx.) stopped by Woman(un)care abortion mill and told Barb, Judy and Howard about the effects of saving babies and especially this one . This is what I found on the web:
CBNmusic -- Israel Houghton: An Intimate Portrait of Worship

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Adopted children can be pure joy in motion

Last week at the abortion mill on Southfield Rd we had a wonderful thing happened.

While Michelle and Howard were walking and praying, in front of the Woman(don't)care abortion mill, a lady drove up and said, "I'm so impressed to see a man carrying a sign admitting some blame and sorrow for abortion".

The sign read: I regret lost Fatherhood.

The lady said to us that she was on her way to adopt her ninth child. She furthermore said she could not understand why people did not give their babies up for adoption instead of abortion because the ones she has adopted are such a joy. The lady was ask to come back and pray with us. She indicated that was very possible.

On Friday the 13th (the date, Our Lord legendly died for us) she came back with six of her adopted children and her Pastor, in a stretch van. Six children and three adults.

They were really a joy to see and hear.

They put there little chairs on the medium, sat in them with their signs. The signs read things like: My Mom said yes to life, Honk for life, We are Pro-Life and Love It.

God blessed all who saw them. They were running and jumping and shouting and laughing and giggling and smiling. What an incredible experience and a beautiful day that we all had. The sun was sunning and the heavens was smiling and rejoicing when they were there.

We took a picture of them and will post it when we get the right cable.

And all of this joy was given to us because we (the 40 days for lifers) dared to carry signs showing our involvement, be in front of Woman(don't)care abortion mill, and pray that God's will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

Thank you dear Lord for the little children.

Friday, March 13, 2009

TODAY, OH LORD, I WEEP AND MOURN

"TODAY, OH LORD, I WEEP AND MOURN

Today, Oh Lord, I weep and mourn—
For all the little ones who die.
Never seeing the light of day.
Never touching feet to the ground.
Never singing a joyful song.
Never holding their mother’s hand.
Never hearing a soft lullaby.
I weep for those who consider—
Time more important than giving me life.
I weep for those who consider—
Money more important than giving me hope.
I weep for those who consider—
One more child too much of a burden.
I weep for those who consider—
A tiny child’s life is not worth living.
I weep for those who are big and strong—
Who choose not to carry a little child.
I weep for those whose lives are too busy—
To kneel and pray homage to the newborn King.
For each child is created in the image of God
The King of the Universe, creator of all.
I weep for the fathers who will never see
or rock their own child tenderly.
I weep for the grandparents who will not hear the patter
Of tiny little feet running around with laughter.
I weep for the teachers who will never be born.
Or the doctors and lawyers, judges and legislators.
I weep for the nation who has turned a blind eye
To the holocaust daily taking place in their towns,
Villages, cities, suburbs and states.
I weep for the mission that will never be fulfilled.
I weep for the little ones God loves so much.
I ask the angels to carry them upward—
Into the arms of their loving mother,
Into the arms of our Lord Jesus Christ—
Into the arms of unconditional love.




By, Jane M. King
Detro"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Denise, the young lady that chose not to kill her baby on Feb 28 is still determined to save her baby. Earlier she was influenced to move to the westside from the eastside by her "nice" boyfriend. She surmised that was a tactic to isolate her from her family and other friends and as a form of control by him.
Sunday we talked and she told me she is going to a pregnancy aid clinic somewhere on the other side of town. The referral name came from some literature she was given.
Steve, Dr. Lisa and the other prayer warriors were praying for us as we made our escape from the abortion mill.
Wow, can you picture these two guys in their car laughing, joking around and doing whatever as this lady was to be doing herself in with an abortion.
But they were so occupied or blinded with their "stuff", the Lord allowed them not to see what was going on right under their noses, as we stole away.
Is this what it was like with the abolitionists as they hide the slaves and stole away under the cloak of darkness? Whew! Day-ja-voo, all over again.
Well we are trying to do the Lord's work as we hobble-a-long in His vineyard.
I agree with you Steve, this man's work is abit exciting at times.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

From Juanita in Southgate, Mi

It's hard work, isn't it Howard?
(The following is actually for those who have never prayed in front of an abortion mill.)
I wondered if anyone would come on a very cold windy night to the Women Care Center in Southgate for the candle-light vigil to our Lenten Life Mission. It was scheduled for 7:30 but Amanda arrived at 7 pm, followed by Linda, then Jenny, Libby, Rosalie, Joe, Mary, and Jack. Later on, a stranger, a young mother carrying her little girl, and then a young man (the husband?) joined the group. It was very cold but I think all felt a warm heart of solidarity. Mary sang songs of praise (we tried to follow) and Joe led the Rosary. One, a non-Catholic Christian said, “I’m so glad I came; I really enjoyed listening as everyone prayed the Rosary.” Some passing cars honked in sign of unity.
Yesterday, at 7 am, Jenny prayed in front of the ‘mill’ in spite of her cold. Jill prayed from 2-3pm. I don’t know how they felt but I had a hard time stepping out of my comfort zone. I walked up and down (to keep warm) praying the Rosary. Was I being a fool? I debated whether or not to finish praying out of sight, in the car. However, every time I came to the corner, a crucifix edged on the cement seemed to pull me back, giving me strength to continue. Getting ready to leave, a friend from work knocked on my car window; he would take up the next hour and pray.
Today, 7:30am, there was Jenny again, praying all by herself. I went straight after work. It’s hard to hold a sign reading –A Pregnant Woman Needs Help, Not Abortion- all by yourself. I wondered if God really was calling me to visibly pray there. A worker walked out. Our eyes meet as she went to 7-Eleven. On her way back to the ‘mill’, she lights a cigarette and asked me something. Since I couldn’t hear clearly, she walked up to me, asked some questions and then said, “Will you pray for me that I get a new job?” A different job, she said and added that today she convinced a 17 week pregnant girl not to have an abortion. That made my feeling ridiculous worthwhile! I guess I will continue to leave my comfort zone.
May you feel encouraged to stop, say some prayers, and be on your way. (Catholics: say a Rosary or the Divine Mercy Chaplet, very powerful!)
God governs the world; prayer governs God. It pleases Him to hear your voice.
All for the glory of our Lord!