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Tales from the Final Lines: More Christians are Getting Abortions than Opposing Them

As an abolitionist, my friends and I are regularly accused of being accusers of the brethren, attacked as attackers of the Bride of Christ, and slandered as slanderers because we say that much of the American church is either complicit in or apathetic toward the continual slaughter of our innocent pre-born neighbors that takes place all around us.

This is not an in-depth apologetic for the Church Repent project, which is covered in many other places by many other abolitionists, nor does it address the various facets of said project. This is simply an anecdotal commentary by one abolitionist, intended to shed a little bit of light on one of the many reasons we say these things that make us so unpopular.

I go to the child sacrifice center in my local community 2–4 times per week to plead with parents and share the Gospel with them, offer them help and attempt to hold them back from the slaughter. Some of the other members of my local fellowship do the same, and many do not. All are abolitionists, but our schedules and abilities vary. I bring this up to preemptively dismiss any idea that I may be saying all Christians must be sidewalk counselors to be Christians, or to meet the standards of this mysterious, amorphous entity I keep hearing about on the Internet called “the AHA”.

That being said, I am frequently alone on the sidewalk, and those of us who do go out there are unable to cover all the hours of operation, much less the other two child sacrifice centers within half an hour of us. That is not to say I do not encounter other Christians there—on the contrary, I meet them very often—but 99 times out of 100 they are patients, not fellow sidewalk counselors.

I meet professing followers of Jesus Christ on their way to pay an assassin to kill their children so often, in fact, that if I get the chance to engage someone and she tells me she is not a Christian, I am caught by surprise.

I spoke to a young man a few weeks ago, while his girlfriend was inside having their child killed. He looked at the image on my sign and acknowledged what he was doing. He said that it was wrong and that he would need to repent. He said he was a follower of Christ and assured me he goes to church most Sundays. But he maintained that he and his girlfriend were not ready for children, and told me that he did not plan to stop sleeping with her, but would probably be more careful in the future.

A few minutes later, as I was pleading with a young woman who was waiting for her ride, she turned to me and shouted “I was baptized last week! I’m a godly person. I don’t need to hear anything that you are saying”.

When I asked her if she saw the inconsistency of claiming to follow Jesus Christ while patronizing a business that kills babies, she called the police.

My co-laborers and I have literally had hundreds of interactions like this—mothers and fathers quote Bible verses to us, wave their actual Bibles at us, flip us off and call us names, and assure us that they have either received the blessing of their pastors in what they are about to do or that God will forgive them afterward.

If this is not indicative of a very real and systemic problem in what is being taught from the pulpit, then I do not know what is. I am not saying that every church teaches this wicked cheap grace version of Christianity. What I am saying is that the number of Christians intentionally killing their children (I won’t even get into the number who are doing so unintentionally through the use of hormonal birth control or IVF) greatly outweighs the number of Christians actively opposing abortion in my local community, and I suspect mine is not an anomaly. My friends and colleagues report similar patterns in their own towns. I drive past at least one church on my way to the child sacrifice center, which is only five minutes from my house. On my way to anywhere else in town I pass at least five others.

To be clear, I am not saying that every Christian must be on the sidewalk. But I find it very difficult to believe that God has called ten people in each of those churches to serve in the worship band, and none whatsoever to hold back those stumbling to the slaughter and speak up for those appointed to die.

And yet, if I even suggest that something may be broken—if I dare to say that people who embrace sin as a lifestyle more often than not feel comfortable and at home inside an American church and feel no need either to repent for their own wickedness or to act on behalf of their neighbors—then I am denounced as a “cult member” and a “hater of the church”. I do not hate the church at all, any more than I hate the people I encounter on the sidewalk outside the mill. I love them enough to tell them the truth—the truth that their actions are contrary to their professions of faith, and that they must repent of their sins, turn to Christ, and follow Him.