I have been a born-again Christian for almost 20 years, the
Lord redeemed me during my sophomore year of high school. I graduated from the
University of Idaho in 1999, earning BS degrees in History and Philosophy. As a
student, I participated in the ministries of Collegiate Reformed Fellowship,
the campus ministry of Christ Church, Moscow, ID, and also Campus Crusade for
Christ. After graduation, I was unsure whether the LORD was calling me into
full-time pastoral work, so I studied for one year at Greyfriars Hall in
Moscow, ID, and began a three year tenure in the campus ministries of Christ
Church. It was at this time that I began teaching in Christian education.
In 2004, my family and I moved to Florida, and since 2004,
I have been a member of Gulf Coast Community Church in St Petersburg, FL. Like
most evangelicals, I considered myself pro-life.
However, on Mother’s Day 2007,
my pastor, Jerry Cisar preached a life-changing message on the horrors of
abortion, entitled, “The Number One Problem In America Today.” God definitely
used that sermon to open my eyes were opened to the horrors of abortion. Since
then, I have sensed the LORD calling me to action.
Soon after, I became involved with pro-life politics on
both the local and state levels. In 2009, I was blessed to meet Cal Zastrow,
President of Personhood USA, on his tour through Florida promoting the
Personhood Amendment, which would amend the Florida Constitution that the word
'person' applies to all human beings, irrespective of age, race, sex, health,
function, or condition of dependency, including unborn children at every stage
of their biological development regardless of the method of creation.
In March 2011, I drove to Jackson, MS to help Mr. Zastrow
in promoting Mississippi’s Personhood Amendment, and to participate in sidewalk
counseling and ministry in Mississippi’s only! abortion facility. I regularly
volunteer as a sidewalk counselor at a local abortion clinic here in St Petersburg. The following story
is about a special Saturday morning in December 2011.
Alarming
Mercy, by Scott J Mahurin
The alarm yelled me awake at 6:30, just like every other
Saturday morning.
And just like every other Saturday morning, I didn’t want
to go.
So I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before finally
putting my feet on the floor. Bleary eyed, I trudged to the refrigerator—found
my Diet Coke, showered, got dressed and climbed in the car.
I could tell this was going to be another Florida winter
day with all the teasing of autumn but none of the fulfillment. It was gray and
overcast.
I prayed on the way, “Lord, I am tired. You know that I
sense you calling me to this. Thank you Jesus, please just use me.”
I had no cards, pamphlets or information this time. “They
can sometimes help,” I remember someone telling me, and, “They can make the
conversations go more smoothly.” But I was already halfway there, and the
temptation to stay home would have been overwhelming had I gone back to the
house.
Pamphlets or no pamphlets, this morning, my heart just
wasn’t in it.
The city was quiet at this early hour, save the occasional
din of large semi-trucks headed for the interstate. I parked on the street and
walked past the bus stop along the sidewalk.
I stood where I always did, in a place easily marked by a
sad palm tree. This tree sits almost flattened, as if testifying of something
seriously wrong.
Would anyone know if I just went home?
I took a deep breath and began to pace back and forth in
front of the parking lot, praying as I went.
Several cars entered the parking
lot within five minutes. I tried to engage people in conversation.
“Good
morning, do you have a minute to chat?” None did.
The little old ladies behind me prayed and read Scripture.
They come every week, but are silent when it comes to mortals. Earthly
conversations are left to me.
Several more people entered the clinic. None of them came
over. Some openly pointed and laughed, others just furtively went inside.
Just another day at the abortion clinic.
One couple went in, and the boyfriend seemed pensive. He
shouted in my direction as I called across the row of shrubs, but a large truck
rumbled past and intervened in the dialogue.
Yet after ten minutes, something amazing happened. He came
back out to his car, most likely to get his wallet, and when I asked him to
come over to the sidewalk, he did.
Stunned, I began praying.
He told me that I had no right to judge him and his friend
because I don’t know them. I told him he was right, but a baby is involved,
made in the image of God.
He told me the mother was poor, she couldn’t afford a baby.
I told him I knew of dozens of groups that would help them adopt, and help them
pay for everything. He said it was her choice. I said, yes, it is, but that she
can also choose to do the right thing, and that her conscience would never let
her live down what she was planning to choose. Would he please let me talk to
her? I pleaded with him.
Please.
Then something else amazing happened. An angry young woman
stood before me. Almost certainly grasping for words, I told her God was the
author of life, that her situation may seem impossible but that God can use it
for good. There were people who care about her, and her baby, who could help.
She still seemed callous as they walked back inside.
Silence again. I turned my back for a moment and gazed at
the bent tree keeping its desperate vigil. I prayed silently with my own palms
reached to the heavens, feeling just as mangled.
But the young couple came outside. They were hurriedly
getting into the car and leaving. Leaving. I motioned to the young man. He
rolled down his window, smiled, and said, “You got one today, man, we’re
leaving.”
A baby was saved. The little old ladies asked me what he
said. I told them. We rejoiced. What an amazing God. What amazing mercy.
A cool breeze stayed a little longer, and the palm tree
looked a little straighter.
I can’t wait to set my alarm next Friday night.
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