How The Gospel Gets Preached With Abortion Images

Despite the intense environment and the constant verbal curses and threats, I love ministering at the Genocide Awareness Project events. The graphic images of abortion cut to the heart of the issue, as every good preacher and evangelist should wish to do. People don't seek a savior when they see no evil. The most dangerous kind of evil is the evil you don't recognize. Nobody who sees our pictures fails to perceive, at some level, the evil acts that created them. The soul wrestles with how to respond as soon as it sees these pictures. For that reason, these pictures provide a powerful opportunity to share the Gospel of grace.

Three students at App State in Boone, NC, wanted to know why I had come out to their campus with this grotesque display. I said I want people to see the truth about abortion because nobody else will tell them, and they will find the truth too late. But I also said I came to their campus because I care about them. "If you have already made the mistake of having an abortion, there is mercy and grace for you." These particular students had spent a significant amount of time arguing that, in the case of rape, deformity, or the mother's lack of desire to be a parent, the child would be better off aborted (they rarely say "dead," which is more accurately descriptive). I told them that I came to their campus to tell them that their value doesn't come from their brain capacity or ability to make money or get good grades. Their value comes from God making them in His image and loving them. I assured them that, according to Revelation 4:11 (see below), their existence is not a result of their parent's or their own decision. Their existence is purely at the pleasure of God Himself. God wants them to exist, and that is what gives them value.

"Worthy are You, our Lord and our God, to receive glory and honor and power; for You created all things, and because of Your will, they existed and were created." Revelation 4:11 (emphasis mine).

I am sure nobody spoke life over these students as I did that afternoon on the App State campus. And I would not have been there to do it not for our GAP display.

At East Tennessee State University, we met a female student who was eighty years old! This spunky woman was supportive of our pro-life position for the most part. Since I came on the second day of our GAP display, I didn't realize that she wasn't entirely on board with us until I started talking with her late in the afternoon. She was more of the mindset that we should

discourage abortion by advocating for birth control. I told her that it appears to me that most, if not all, medical birth control is effectively abortion or at least cannot be guaranteed not to cause an abortion. She pointed to our display's small but loud and outlandish student protestors across the campus. They were a chaotic, hysterical group. "Don't you think those students wouldn't get abortions if they had birth control?" She asked. Again, I argued that I didn't think birth control was necessarily avoiding abortion. I mentioned that these wild students were all likely victims of abuse to one degree or another, and many of them don't have much of a will to live themselves, which is why they don't have any love for the possible baby they could carry. This eighty-year-old woman told me that she, too, understood the pain that comes from rejection and neglect, and she still suffered from it. I carefully led her through some prayer so she could give her pain to Jesus. She began to cry and said, "I realize that this pain has been the underpinning of everything I have ever done in life." I asked her if she was a Christian. She hesitantly replied, "Yes...with a little bit of Buddhism." I told her that she should only do business with Jesus, and as she gives Him her junk, He will have her renounce Buddhism. "Can you do that?" I asked. "Yes, I can do that." She replied. So, right there, in front of our GAP display, she renounced Bhuddism and received Jesus. I prayed that she would receive the Holy Spirit, and she exclaimed, "Oh yes! That is exactly what I need at eighty years of age!" We hugged, and she left to spend time with God and a box of Kleenex. This conversation would not have happened without our powerful display of truth we call "The Genocide Awareness Project."