Freedom From Abortion Part 2

Hello everyone. This is part two of my Freedom from Abortion testimony. In the last video, I talked about my personal experience with abortion and how it affected me after going through that cruel action. Now I want to speak on how Jesus used me to fight for the unborn children who have no voice. Let's begin.

In 2022, I joined a street preaching ministry out of New Orleans, and we would do various types of ministries throughout the week. Tuesdays were “Taco Tuesday”, where we would serve over 200 plates to the homeless and minister to their many needs. Thursday, we would go to the nursing home nearby and pass out plates and minister to the elderly. On Fridays and Saturdays, we would go out to Bourbon Street in the heart of New Orleans and street preach in a very debaucherously filled environment that involved partying, drugs, alcohol, witchcraft, nudity, and violence. This is what I did every week for a year, but none of those battles compared to the one that we would fight on Monday mornings at the abortion clinic in the inner city.

I remember the first time I went out to be part of this ministry, not knowing what to expect or how to react. When I arrived, the first thing I noticed, next to the place where we set up our speaker, was a telephone pole with a heart on it. It was Jesus letting me know that I was right where I was supposed to be and that He was with me, or rather, He was with us.

We set up our speaker and began to preach. There were other people there of various denominations, Pentecostals, Catholics, Baptists, and despite our differences, we were all there for one common goal, to go head-to-head with Satan for the blood of innocent, voiceless children. You might think that this is a very, I don't know, medieval statement, but when I say that is exactly what we were doing, I am not exaggerating in any way. The escorts, as they were called, were liberals who fought for the rights of women by trying to protect those attempting to get into the clinic. They would do this by walking in between us and the mothers.

They would say nasty things to us when we tried to speak about Jesus. While they were waiting for the next woman to drive up to the clinic, they would play the most vulgar secular music, and dance at the entrance of the clinic, almost as if in a trance or doing a ritual. Unbeknownst to them, though, it was just another day of protecting women's rights, but I could see the evil in their faces and their standoffish demeanor that only welcomed those there to remove their children from their wombs. It became heart-wrenching to listen to the ministry I was with preach about Jesus, while the escort there blared the most disgusting music, all while these women, who were making one of the most difficult decisions of their lives, approached the clinic. The whole scene put a pit in my stomach, and sorrow in my heart, beyond anything I have ever felt. It truly was a spiritual war zone. I was in such awe that I did nothing but observe the entire time I was there.

I was asked a couple of times if I wanted to preach, but I was speechless from all the horror that I had observed. After being there for about two hours, everyone left the area exhausted. I could feel the residual effects of all the spiritual chaos hanging on my body and the weight of what transpired carried with me throughout the day. I remember going to the gym a few hours after leaving the clinic. I got on the treadmill and after being on it for a few minutes, I began to weep out of nowhere.

Initially, I was confused, but it eventually dawned on me that Jesus was letting me feel his heart. Sorrow rushed over me, and I could feel how Jesus felt about the unborn being pulled from their mother’s wombs. Several times throughout that day, I unexpectedly gushed into tears—sometimes around other people who would ask me why I was crying mid-conversation, or at the grocery store waiting to get rung up. It was because I had received the privilege of embracing our Savior and sharing in His grieving Spirit. His heart was full of misery, and I was given a glimpse of that heartache.

From that day forward, I did my best to wake up on Monday mornings and go fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves. It was the hardest form of ministry I have ever done. There were some Mondays where I just didn't get up because I knew what I would have to face if I went. The battle at the clinic was fierce, and the sorrow overwhelmed you throughout the day. Sometimes it would be a very small crowd. Other times we would be 20 people deep. But you never left with a smile on your face unless you turned a woman around. There were mothers of all ages. I believe the youngest that I saw was a 14-year-old girl who was being dragged by her mother to the clinic.

You could see in her eyes that she was filled with despair and did not want to give up her child. But her mother pushed her into the clinic while screaming at us to stay away from her, as we tried to tell her we had avenues of assistance and those willing to adopt on standby. But she ignored everything and aggressively forced her young daughter inside.

There was a man who would come to the clinic often with a different woman every time. I remember when we tried to tell him about his sin, he looked at us and manifested a demon, snarling and yelling, “I am Satan”.

The women he would bring seemed to be in a trance at times, especially because he looked like he was about 50 years old or so, and the women were in their 20s. Something was definitely off. I tell you, brothers and sisters, I cannot make this stuff up. When I say this was a battlefield, I mean that very thing. Police were caught on several occasions. Lawsuits were filed. Some women walked out limping at times from the excruciating operation they had just gone through. Liberals that would drive by would try to run us over and/or they would drive back around over and over just screaming profanities out of the windows of their cars. You really never knew what to expect when you went. But we went through all of it for the sake of saving those precious innocent babies.

You have heard all of the gruesomeness that took place, but let me share with you that there were many victories. On several occasions, we were able to talk women out of going through with it, and they would turn around and go home. [For] some, we would even provide monetary support and counseling if they were willing to receive it. There were two children that I specifically remember that ended up getting adopted by Christian families. Families were on standby just waiting for a woman who wanted to choose life over abortion, despite the fact that she may not have been able to take care of the child.

Yes, there were many victories. The first very big victory was when the director of the escort team decided to cancel her team—because of what the team had become. Not long after that, one of the Christian brothers who came out there frequently shared something remarkable with me. He said that there were once four abortion clinics in New Orleans at one point. He had been fighting for years and he watched each one of them close down because of the spiritual work that they did outside those clinics. You see, we were doing great work saving baby, but in the unseen, we were doing a little more than that. We were destroying a demonic stronghold of blood, sacrifice, and murder every time we showed up at that clinic and eventually, it would fall. That, my brothers and sisters, is exactly what happened. The clinic shut down for good and anyone who needs an abortion to this day in New Orleans has to go outside of the city to do so. Absolutely none of God's work is done in vain. If our Lord tells us to do it, then it is because we are tearing down whatever the enemy is trying to construct. God used the people who were willing to answer the call to demolish this unseen evil kingdom and take back what belongs to Him. When we say, “Choose life”, it is not just a statement, but it is a profitable choice and action that expresses God's love for humanity and his limitless desire to fight for us.

We align ourselves with His will because his will is truth and life. The opposite is profitless and without purpose. So what do you choose today? I pray that you choose life.