Anyone who knows me, knows how I feel regarding pictures of aborted children.
I believe they are harsh and abrasive, and often times do more damage than good; especially when they are used in front of abortion clinics.
I believe that they have damaged the movement in many ways and almost exploit the children who's images are on them. Many extremely pro-life individuals refuse to be active in the movement today because they, like myself, believe in a much more compassionate, loving, Christ-like approach. They do not want to be associated with these extremists who send the girls running into the clinic rather than away from it.
I will even go as far as to say that some of the activist who hold up these enormous signs use them as a defense mechanism. You don't have to worry about a confused girl approaching you for counsel when you are dawning one of these signs along with your judgmental scowl.
However, the Lord transformed my mind today in a sense. He showed me where there is a need for this type of caustic truth.
Today we picketed the Planned Parenthood's Annual North Texas Luncheon. I received many ugly hand gestures, pathetic nods, and my favorite, the "poor, naive, little girl...you just don't know any better" look.
Well perhaps it's time that I share what I know with you. Would any of these affluent, old debutants even know what to do if they saw what their donations where really going towards? How could anyone add that extra zero to their check after seeing murder that indisputably clear?
So where was Operation Rescue today? These people need your style of activism. I expect to see you there next year.