Sidewalk Visits 17 - VOICE FOR THE UNBORN

WORKING FOR SATAN

It was a cool January day as I parked my car along Rumble St. (adjacent to DAVIS HIGH). I immediately leafleted about thirty cars and then stood by a school bus parked along the street. (Before standing there, I looked inside the bus to make sure I wasn’t next to my harasser - a woman in her early fifties determined to give me a bad time in previous years.) I then began a conversation with a female student who was taking the pro-abortion side. She talked about the girl who was unable to raise a child. I told her there were groups who would give her help and there was also the possibility of adoption. She finally said, as she returned the literature to me, that she wouldn’t have an abortion herself but it is up to the woman to choose. A few minutes later, after getting inside the bus, she got out and handed me a literature packet saying the girl inside the bus didn‘t want it. “I ASKED HER IF SHE REALLY WANTED IT AND SHE SAID NO.” “WHAT YOU ARE DOING,” I said, “IS WORKING FOR SATAN.” “I’M WORKING FOR SATAN?” she said mimicking me as she looked at the male bus driver sitting there who seemed non-committal. Soon the kids started coming out, and I began to hand them the literature as they boarded the bus. The next thing I knew about a half dozen packets were thrown on the sidewalk from the bus window. I looked inside and the same girl was there, apparently enjoying the fact that she had started something. “YOU REALLY ARE A TROUBLEMAKER!” I said to her. A boy sitting next to the window said: “I’M A CHRISTIAN AND I DON’T THINK YOU’RE TAKING THE RIGHT APPROACH BY SAYING SHE’S WORKING FOR SATAN.” “ABORTION IS MURDER,” I said. “SHE’S ACTIVELY ENGAGED IN TRYING TO STOP WHAT I’M DOING. THAT’S SATANIC.” There were no further remarks from the bus window.

I began walking up the sidewalk as the busses started pulling away from the school. There were four busses parked on the campus that also rolled away. I noticed a gathering of kids sitting around on some bleachers in the city park adjacent to the school. There were about a hundred kids there. As I approached them, I could see that they were mostly tough kids – both boys and girls. There were little arguments going on – a couple of fights broke out as I distributed literature. One boy asked me why I was distributing literature: “DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO YOU, LIKE A FAMILY MEMBER HAVING AN ABORTION?” he asked. “JUST BEING A MOTHER MADE ME SEE THE HORROR OF ABORTION – INSTEAD OF NURTURING THEIR OWN CHILDREN, MANY WOMEN BEGAN KILLING THEM,” I said. He told me he agreed with what I was saying and thought it was “COOL” what I was doing. Just before walking away, I began to feel a little nervous. I was surrounded by these tough kids, and as I left the scene another fight started breaking out – between two girls!! I thought of calling the police, but as I passed the park in my car, things seemed to have quieted down.

“I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL”

Mt destination was Stockton – the COLLEGE OF THE PACIFIC. Between my last visit there and that particular day, the turnoff on the #5 Freeway was completely altered. As I result I found myself driving off to another freeway which connected #99. By then I had decided to approach the college from another direction. Much to my dismay, when I took the freeway exit which would have led to the college, the road was closed. It was then I decided to travel to Sacramento to CITY COLLEGE, thinking there must be some reason why my visit to the COLLEGE OF THE PACIFIC was thwarted twice.

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I was surprised to see a great number of cars parked across the street from CITY COLLEGE adjacent to a city park. There were almost twice as many as usual. I parked my car and began to leaflet cars, approaching several students walking back to their cars and handing them literature. One pretty blond girl came back to me immediately after receiving the packet and hugged me: “GOD BLESS YOU FOR WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” she said enthusiastically. (She gave me a few more hugs before her departure.) “I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!” she said (which explained why there were so many cars). She told me she was born in Kiev (USSR). Her family had emigrated to America and she had been raised here. She talked about wanting to get into the medical profession and mentioned that two of her relatives had Down Syndrome. She was interested in stem cell research. I immediately got her name and address so that I could send her the newsletter. Before she left, she offered to help me distribute literature and gave me her phone number. I told her that I really wasn’t supposed to be in Sacramento that day and that maybe she was the reason why I missed two turns.

I continued my distribution of literature, and after putting a packet under the windshield wiper o a car, the driver of the car rolled down his window. He said he didn’t want it. “ARE YOU FOR ABORTION?” I asked. “I’M FOR A PERSON’S RIGHT TO MAKE HIS OWN MIND UP,” he said. “WELL,” I answered, “GOD DOES GIVE US A CHOICE, BUT WE HAVE TO MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE! ABORTION IS MURDER!”

Just before I returned to my car, I encountered a woman getting something out of the trunk of her car. She said immediately that she was a Jehovah’s Witness and that she didn’t believe in abortion. She implied that I should give my material to someone else who needed it. “WHY DON’T YOU SAVE THIS FOR A PREGNANT GIRL?” I asked. She told me that she had done a school project on abortion, etc., etc. and still refused to accept the literature. We got on the subject of Jesus being God. “OH,” she said, “JESUS IS THE SON OF GOD” and implied that He wasn’t equal to the Father. After a few rounds of arguments on this subject, I asked her why she didn’t want to proselytize on abortion. “I TRY TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THE BIBLE,” she said. “SO DO I”, I answered as I pointed to the quotation of Psalm 139 on our literature: “I WILL PRAISE THEE; FOR I AM FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULY MADE; MARVELOUS ARE THY WORKS; AND THAT MY SOUL KNOWS RIGHT WELL. MY SUBSTANCE WAS NOT HID FROM THEE, WHEN I WAS MADE IN SECRET. . .” (Psalm 139, v-14-16) She gave me a sidelong glance (I could see I was impressing her in some way) and continued her proud resistance to acceptance of the packet. I thought about it afterwards and came to the conclusion that what she lacked was the love of Jesus in her heart which would give her the strength to do something about abortion. (“I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME.” (Philippians 4-13) I leafleted well over 500 cars that day and left for my return trip to Modesto.

HE ASKED FOR MY I.D.

I parked my car in a MODESTO COLLEGE EAST parking lot and debated within myself whether to leaflet the cars in the parking lot first and do street parking next. Street parking won as I began to do the cars parked along the street in an area where a crosswalk led to the school entrance. I soon realized that I was there at the “right time” as students were coming and going across the crosswalk in a steady stream – so many that I soon emptied out my tote bag. One girl refused the literature mentioning I had already given it to her saying “GOD BLESS YOU FOR WHAT YOU’RE DOING.” All of these college students accepted the literature I was handing to them. I turned around and noticed a young man throwing the material on the ground – seeming very upset over it. I decided to return to my car for more literature to finish the cars parked along the street and noticed two young men sitting at a table just off the sidewalk. I handed them the packets.

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Soon thereafter I was approached by a tall security man. I handed him the literature as he came up to me and he thanked me for it. He then asked me for my I.D. I told him I didn’t give my I.D. to anyone and that there was no reason for him to be asking for it. “YOU STEPPED ON THE CAMPUS WHEN YOU GAVE THOSE TWO YOUNG MEN YOUR LITERATURE,” he declared. I told him that under the law I was allowed to go on the campus – MY RIGHT OF FREE SPEECH but that I don’t usually do it because the campus security don’t like this and are always giving me a bad time. (I told him I didn’t realize the table was on the campus.) “I’M NOT GIVING YOU A BAD TIME,” he said. “YES, YOU ARE,” I responded – “WHEN YOU ASK FOR MY I.D. – THAT’S A FORM OF HARASSMENT. EVEN A POLICEMAN DOESN’T HAVE A RIGHT TO STOP ME ON THE STREET AND ASK ME FOR MY I.D.”, I said. “HAVE A NICE DAY”, he said as he turned and walked away. When I returned to my car, I decided not to leaflet the cars parked on the campus parking lot as I realized that I was being watched by school security and probably followed.

THEY TOLD ME I WAS BREAKING THE LAW

I got to PRESCOTT JR HIGH in Modesto, parked my car along the street and waited for the kids to come out. A few students from nearby DAVIS HIGH SCHOOL came by, and I handed all of them the literature. One girl was very polite. She smiled as she said, “THANK YOU, MA’AM”, as she accepted the packet.

The kids soon came out. A few didn’t want the literature but most did. One girl asked me if I was for abortion. “IF I WERE FOR KILLING BABIES, I CERTAINLY WOULDN’T BE OUT HER TODAY,” I answered as I laughed. Another girl, probably waiting for a ride, told me that abortion was bad and agreed with what I was doing.

Soon a forty-year-old tall, large man came up to me with a packet in his hand saying, “DO YOU REALIZE THESE KIDS ARE JUNIOR HIGH?” “YES, I DO,” I said. “THEY’RE HAVING SEX AT THIS SCHOOL SO THEY’RE OLD ENOUGH TO SEE THE MATERIAL.” A few minutes later he came back fortified with two more people from the school. There were now two tall, large men and one large heavyset woman all confronting me. They told me I was breaking the law because I wasn’t standing 1,000 feet away from the school. I told them that whatever school law they were talking about did not apply to my right to distribute materials on the public sidewalk adjacent to the school. “I CAN EVEN GO ON THE CAMPUS LEGALLY,” I told them. “I GO TO PRESCOTT EVERY YEAR AND TO ALL THE MODESTO SCHOOLS. I DISTRIBUTE THOUSANDS OF LITERATURE PACKETS.” When they talked about calling the police, I told them to go ahead and they would find out what I’m saying is true. I then talked about the sex education program in the schools. “HAVE YOU BEEN TO OUR SEX ED CLASS?” the first man asked. “NO, “ I answered. “I DON’T HAVE TO GO TO HELL TO KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE.” He laughed in spite of himself but he got the point. He said they teach abstinence at Prescott. “I THINK THAT’S GREAT,” I said. “THEN IF YOU’RE FOR ABSTINENCE, WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO STOP ME?” “I’M DOING THIS BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT WITHIN FEET AWAY FROM THE SCHOOL,” he proclaimed. When the kids stopped coming out, I turned around and went back to my car. As I pulled away, all three of my harassers were still standing there.

Later that evening I received a phone call from a man saying his 12-year-old grandson was given these “terrible pictures.” He began to use obscene language so I hung up. A few minutes later I received another call from a woman claiming her 13-year-old son was autistic. “HE HAS BEEN CRYING EVER SINCE HE RECEIVED YOUR MATERIAL,” she said. “IT’S WONDERFUL THAT YOUR SON IS SO SENSITIVE,” I replied. “ABORTION IS MURDER! YOU KNOW IF EVERYONE CRIED OVER ABORTION, IT WOULD NOT BE LEGAL.” She couldn’t think of an answer.

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‘I THEN VOWED NEVER TO HAVE ANOTHER ABORTION”

I left my home at 8:30 in anticipation of passing out literature to students coming and going to their classes after 9:00.. After parking my car in a school parking lot, I began to leaflet the cars parked along the street. I noticed a black woman in her thirties sitting in her car with the window rolled down as I walked by. When I approached her car on the way back, she held out her hand for the literature and told me she had received it on my previous visit and really enjoyed? reading it. We then got into a serious discussion about her past life. “WHY DON’T THEY TELL YOU ABOUT THE PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS AFTER AN ABORTION?” she asked. She told me after her third abortion that she began to hear multiple babies crying – a roomful. She thought she was losing her mind. “I THEN VOWED NEVER TO HAVE ANOTHER ABORTION”, she said. When I asked her how many abortions she had had, she hesitated as though she were counting them in her head. She finally said “THREE.” I suspected it was many, many more, and she was too embarrassed to admit it. All the while we were talking she was smoking a cigarette which explained why the window in her car was rolled down. She told me she really didn’t have a smoking habit but that she was worried about something that morning and smoked to calm her nerves. I asked her if she was a Christian. She said she was. I told her my favorite Bible verse: “I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME.” (Philippians 4-13) She repeated it after I had spoken it to her, obviously sincerely listening to what I was telling her. After her numerous abortions, this woman had three children, she said. She mentioned having problems with miscarriages and also a tubal pregnancy. The problem she was having that morning involved a boyfriend. She said she was now afraid to let their relationship get too close. She had divorced the father of her three children – this man tried to push her into an abortion. This woman seemed very sincere despite her almost unbelievable past. After I had begun to walk way, she thanked me for talking to her – “FOR YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT,” she said.

That afternoon I received a phone call. “DO YOU PUT LITERATURE ON CARS?” she asked. “YES, WE DO,” I answered. “WELL, I DON’T WANT YOU TO PUT IT ON MY CAR AGAIN.” “WELL,” – I gave a little laugh – “HOW ARE WE TO KNOW WHICH CAR IS YOURS?” She then said she was very upset to see this literature, and after she had confessed to an abortion, I told her I could understand why she was upset. “WE’RE ALL SINNERS,” I said, “AND YOU WERE CONFRONTED WITH SOMETHING YOU DID WRONG.” I told her I had just talked to a woman who said she had three abortions, and after the third she started hearing babies crying. “THE ABORTION DOESN’T BOTHER ME,” she said. “WHY ARE YOU BRINGING GOD INTO IT?” she asked. “BECAUSE THAT’S WHY ABORTION IS WRONG. IF THERE WERE NO GOD, WE COULD DO ANYTHING WE WANTED TO DO. I REALLY DON’T QUITE BELIEVE YOU WHEN YOU SAY THAT YOUR ABORTION DOESN’T BOTHER YOU. WHY ARE YOU CALLING LIFE LINE?” I asked. I told her when she starts feeling bad about her abortion, she should remember that she must ask God’s forgiveness. “GOD IS A VERY FORGIVING GOD IF WE TELL HIM WE WON’T DO IT AGAIN. THAT’S IMPORTANT!”, I said. “WELL, OKAY. THANK YOU,” she said as she hung up.

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“Remember that you have only one soul – that you have only one death to die, that you have only one life, which is short and has to be lived by you alone: and that there is only one glory which is eternal. If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing.”

“Consider how quickly people change and how little one can count on them and so cling closely to God Who never changes.” (Some Maxims of St. Teresa)

“BUT THEY’RE REALLY BABIES!”

I arrived at VALLEY HIGH in Sacramento a few minutes early and immediately noticed a small gathering of kids in front of the school. There were four black students – one girl and three boys. When I approached them and asked if school had let out early, the girl gave me a strange look, and I realized these kids were probably from a continuation school (for wayward kids). One boy immediately said, “LADY, DO YOU HAVE 85 CENTS?” “WHY DO YOU WANT 85 CENTS?” I asked. “TO BUY A BUS TICKET.” “OKAY, WHEN I GET BACK TO MY CAR, I’LL GIVE YOU A DOLLAR,” I said which I proceeded to do a few minutes later. I stood in my usual spot on a corner in front of the school reaching kids coming from two directions. I could overhear some of them reading the flyer aloud – “ABORTION IS WRONG BECAUSE GOD SAYS IT IS.” This always gives me a great deal of pleasure as God is routinely chased out of the schools.

Across the street from the high school is CONSUMNES RIVER COLLEGE. After pulling out of my parking place, I was soon at the college, and in less than five minutes I began leafleting the cars. I figured that the security would be light at that time (around 4:00 PM) and I was right. I had no trouble during the time I was there distributing literature. I got into an interesting conversation with an Hispanic student who called to me asking about the partial birth abortion. Apparently, she had been watching the news and had heard about the Supreme Court’s decision to take this case. I gave her the packet of information I was distributing with the partial birth abortion drawings going into detail on how it is done. “HOW TERRIBLE THIS IS,” she said. “I WAS JUST TALKING TO MY HUSBAND ABOUT IT THIS MORNING,” she said. I explained to her the reason for this barbaric procedure is to preserve the baby’s body in tact so that the body parts can be sold. “BUT THEY’RE REALLY BABIES!” she declared. I told her that all abortion kills babies. “IF THE BABY ISN’T ALIVE, WHY ARE YOU KILLING IT?”

The girl was a medical student, and in the course of our conversation I discovered that she was a Christian. After talking for a while, she told me that she should have listened to her mother and married a Christian man. She told me her husband is Chinese and is now into pornography. “HE CONSIDERS IT SOME SORT OF HOBBY!” she said. “PORNOGRAPHY HARDENS A MAN’S HEART,” I told her. I could see how much this situation was bothering her by the strained look on her face. “YOUR HUSBAND IS GOING TO STOP ONLY WHEN HE WANTS TO STOP,” I told her. “AND THE ONLY WAY HE CAN STOP IS THROUGH THE STRENGTH OF JESUS CHRIST,” I said. “PRAY FOR HIM,” I told her. I

gave this young woman about 20 packets of literature to distribute inside the college which she willingly accepted.

The following evening after my distribution at VALLEY HIGH and CONSUMNES, I received an irate phone call from a woman who said she objected to her daughter receiving our material. This woman (she said she was black) kept talking a mile a minute. I managed to get a word in edgewise saying that the reason why she was calling was that she was guilty over something she saw in our literature. I finally told her if she didn’t give me a chance to answer her many accusations, I would hang up on her, which I eventually did. Ten minutes later the phone rang again. “DID YOU HANG UP ON ME?” she asked. “YES, I DID. I WARNED YOU THAT I WAS GOING TO DO IT.” Then she surprised me by bringing up the fact that I had told her she was guilty over something. I had thought the remark when right over her head. Apparently, the fact that she had called back again mentioning it confirmed that she was indeed guilty over something in our literature.

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