Between a Rock and a Hard Place

This weekend at Dr. Emily's Abortion Clinic in the South Bronx was the most eventful of my weekends so far. All of the "hard cases" in support of abortion seemed to come at me all at once, leaving me between a rock and a hard place.


---A woman living with 7 people in a one room apartment, "needing" an abortion because she couldn't afford another mouth to feed.


---A young lady that was told by 6 different doctors that if she went through with her pregnancy that she had a 95% chance of loosing her own life in the process.


---Two crude and disgusting men blatantly disrespecting the pregnant woman they dragged into the abortion clinic saying, "yeah... we takin' her to the 'chop shop' cause its her fault...and we're bringing in another girl next week..."


---Hunched over and in pain, a woman and a friend, left the clinic after seeking medical help in keeping the child. She was experiencing serious cramping and the medical staff at the abortion clinic sent her away rather than refer her for medical attention.


All of these situations were extremely trying on my hope in humanity. However, each "hard case" was met with at least two compassionate counselors that were truly present to offer help and support.

To the woman with the cramped living quarters, we provided a free sonogram and offered to assist in finding better housing for her family. The hard medical case was met with alternatives to birth control such as Natural Family Planning and a promise that prayers for miraculous healing would be offered on her behalf. The crude men were reprimanded for their disrespect and lack of sensitivity to the young woman they were with. The woman in pain was referred to the ER and we offered to assist her in the commute.

We may not see the fruits or the outcomes of our labors in these difficult situations, but I firmly believe that the work we did this weekend was from the heart of God.

His will was done... and the rest is Trust!