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No Trespassing -- John Bailey
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“NO TRESPASSING” is the sign boldly displayed on the gate in front of me not eight inches from my
face. I’m standing in front of an abortion (death camp) clinic on Chicago’s north side.
As I face this iron gate Jesus’ words come to my heart, “and the gates of hell will not prevail..”.
“Oh God”, I cry out in my spirit, “How long Lord? How long until you send justice for our babies?” I
cannot cry out loud because of this tape over my mouth. ‘Why am I doing this?’ I ask myself. ‘Do I
really think I can make a difference standing here in silence before God and man?’ My mind is
doubting all I believe in my heart. My body is revolting against my decision to stand here. It’s hot, I’
m tired of this. “Oh God, how long?”.
I can hear the cars on busy Western ave. right behind me. Some shout obscenities and even throw
things. Others drive by with a honk of support or yell “praise God”. Is this some kind of show here?
How do we just continue to live our lives, seeking our own way to happiness and freedom while
babies are being murdered at the rate of one every twenty seconds in our land?
I recall seeing pro lifers as I have traveled by and I to would show my support by honking or yelling
some encouraging word. Now however, it does not seem too encouraging. Where is the moral
outcry from the church? Why have we not just stopped what we are doing and stand for justice
until we change this tragedy? How can a people value life so low as to rank it below personal comfort
and convenience?
The parking lot for this place is almost full of vehicles. Some cars have people sitting inside them
waiting for a woman to emerge from the death house. I can sense the pain and sorrow as they
emerge slowly and unsteady to the waiting vehicle. My heart aches. “Oh Lord, is this your heart I
feel?” Do they not know?
As I stand here so many emotions move through me. I stand and pray for God to convince my
heart that this can make a difference. I live in an instant gratification society and there seems to be
no chance of that in this endeavor.
Praying, praying, and praying, yet the iron gate is still keeping me away. I feel like they are inside the
gate just doing what they please and the law has allowed this to be so. I’m so close yet I cannot
cross the line. Just as these thoughts are in my head, I see on the other side of the gate in the
decorative landscape rocks a small black object. It is a plastic cross, just laying on the property.
Suddenly I’m assured by Jesus that although I cannot cross the line, He can. I might not get in, but
they cannot stop Him. Jesus is on that side of the gate working in the hearts of mankind.
I stand tall and honored to be here today. I stand and offer prayers to heaven for these babies
dying in this battle for the hearts of humanity. Jesus is inside and I know He will prevail.
What can wash away this sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
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“NO TRESPASSING” is the sign boldly displayed on the gate in front of me not eight inches from my
face. I’m standing in front of an abortion (death camp) clinic on Chicago’s north side.
As I face this iron gate Jesus’ words come to my heart, “and the gates of hell will not prevail..”.
“Oh God”, I cry out in my spirit, “How long Lord? How long until you send justice for our babies?” I
cannot cry out loud because of this tape over my mouth. ‘Why am I doing this?’ I ask myself. ‘Do I
really think I can make a difference standing here in silence before God and man?’ My mind is
doubting all I believe in my heart. My body is revolting against my decision to stand here. It’s hot, I’
m tired of this. “Oh God, how long?”.
I can hear the cars on busy Western ave. right behind me. Some shout obscenities and even throw
things. Others drive by with a honk of support or yell “praise God”. Is this some kind of show here?
How do we just continue to live our lives, seeking our own way to happiness and freedom while
babies are being murdered at the rate of one every twenty seconds in our land?
I recall seeing pro lifers as I have traveled by and I to would show my support by honking or yelling
some encouraging word. Now however, it does not seem too encouraging. Where is the moral
outcry from the church? Why have we not just stopped what we are doing and stand for justice
until we change this tragedy? How can a people value life so low as to rank it below personal comfort
and convenience?
The parking lot for this place is almost full of vehicles. Some cars have people sitting inside them
waiting for a woman to emerge from the death house. I can sense the pain and sorrow as they
emerge slowly and unsteady to the waiting vehicle. My heart aches. “Oh Lord, is this your heart I
feel?” Do they not know?
As I stand here so many emotions move through me. I stand and pray for God to convince my
heart that this can make a difference. I live in an instant gratification society and there seems to be
no chance of that in this endeavor.
Praying, praying, and praying, yet the iron gate is still keeping me away. I feel like they are inside the
gate just doing what they please and the law has allowed this to be so. I’m so close yet I cannot
cross the line. Just as these thoughts are in my head, I see on the other side of the gate in the
decorative landscape rocks a small black object. It is a plastic cross, just laying on the property.
Suddenly I’m assured by Jesus that although I cannot cross the line, He can. I might not get in, but
they cannot stop Him. Jesus is on that side of the gate working in the hearts of mankind.
I stand tall and honored to be here today. I stand and offer prayers to heaven for these babies
dying in this battle for the hearts of humanity. Jesus is inside and I know He will prevail.
What can wash away this sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
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