Nurse Goldstein was an avid supporter of abortion, so much so that when she landed a job at an abortion clinic she described it as her “dream job.”
When she got the job she wasn’t immediately exposed to the actual procedure or to the dead bodies of the babies, she was eased into it.
Despite her initial discomfort she told herself that this is what she wanted to do. It wasn’t until one particularly bad night that Nurse Goldstein saw what was actually going on.
She tells this story of what happened that night….
One evening a young girl was having a very difficult time. I was there with the doctor. I knew even though the doctor wrote this patient was 15 weeks, she was close to 30 weeks. This happened quite a bit, but no one ever said anything.
When she delivered this tiny baby (it looked full term to me) she was actually alive and crying. The doctor said to me, “Put it in the room and close the door. Do not enter til the morning shift.” I immediately took the crying baby and wrapped it up and laid it in a room. I then immediately started calling hospitals around (against the doctor’s wishes) to find someone that would take it. None around would take it cause they said it was not viable. I spent many hours trying. I just wanted to leave this place, but I knew I could not walk out and leave other patients without a charge nurse. Til this day I hear this crying infant in my head.
There once was a missionary living in India, I can’t remember his name just the story he tells. Upon his arrival into a small village off the beaten path he was met with a warm welcome, the natives invited him into their homes and immediately offered him everything they had to eat and whatever clean water they had to drink. He politely declined but they insisted, they had heard about these white people, these are the people that bring with them a God they had not yet heard about and they’d hoped that this God would help them.
The missionary (let’s call him Mark) could walk the more than 20 miles once a week to pick up supplies and food left at a local depot by his organization. The supplies and food were meant for him but he couldn’t stomach the idea of eating all of that food while the kids in his village starved. So he took as little as he needed to simply survive and saved the rest for his village. The kids were so thankful for whatever he could give them but still, many would cry themselves to sleep at night due to the hunger pangs in their bellies. Mark could hear them through the mud walls.
Despite all of the food he sacrificed for them, several of the small children died simply because there was not enough. Mark knew that he was not there to feed their bellies, as important as that is. Mark was there to feed their souls and give them Jesus, Mark knew that he could not save them from starving, but he could try to save them from an eternity without Jesus.
When Mark describes for you what it looks like to watch a child die from starvation, it will take every ounce of your being not to cry. When Mark went out on his mission he was a healthy north American male of about 180 pounds. When he came home a year later he was hardly pushing 100.
I tell you these two stories because of how much our two cultures differ and yet have one thing in common, children that die because nobody cares. Here in the west we like to brag about how we live good lives as Christians and yet our babies are being murdered.
In the east children suffer horrible deaths while Christians like myself stuff our bellies til they can be stuffed no more.
I get annoyed by all the Facebook posts about how judgement is coming and we are in the last days because we talk about it like we are excited for it. While I am excited to meet Jesus, I don’t think we should anticipate His arrival to end our meager suffering, we should be easing the suffering of others until He comes back.
We can help, whether it’s counseling young girls into embracing their unwanted pregnancy or its going overseas and giving up everything we have for the chance that some kids who will die no matter what you do, will meet Jesus.
I started blogging more than a year ago because I felt that I could do something with my phone other than play candy crush. It may not be much but I have had some very positive feedback and some, not so much. But I will continue to blog with hopes that someone will hear a message they need to hear, and accept Jesus.
Babies need to be saved, from the tools in the hands of the doctors who are supposed to “do no harm” and from the preventable hunger that strikes down millions of children every year.
Get off your butt fellow Christians and do something, stop putting it off, stop making excuses and be a part of something bigger than yourself, you will not regret it and you may just find who you were meant to be all along.
Thanks for reading and sharing friends. I hope the stories above made you think and maybe even cry. Not because I want you to be sad but because if it made you think about what you can do, then I’ve done what I set out to do.