On the way into the office I stopped to give blood. It took longer than usual, and I was running late. My frustration must have been evident to the technician who took my blood. She reminded me I could be saving two lives with my blood; my time was not being wasted. I was late opening the office, and as it turned out my first appointment had cancelled. So I settled in and started doing paper work and making phone calls. I overlooked a 3 o'clock appointment, but she arrived right on time.
After I sat down with her, the first thing she said was, "I need to have an abortion." Apparently she had been in a few days earlier, and this was a follow-up appointment. She told me she was pregnant as a result of an affair. She had two teenage boys and a husband who would not accept or forgive her adultery (he was controlling and extremely jealous), and her family would be destroyed if they knew any of this. She also had undergone some very serious medical procedures that could compromise the health of this unborn child. She recognized she would have to live with guilt the rest of her life and the knowledge she had taken the life of a baby, but had weighed it against what she saw as the destruction of her family and marriage. She was prepared to pay the price.
THE BLOOD OF CHRIST
CAN PURIFY OUR
OUR DEAD WORKS.
I confess I felt absolutely helpless and could see no way out for her that wouldn't exact a costly toll. Yes, I recognized she was building on a faulty foundation with lies and deception, and she was trying to save something that was already deeply flawed, at an exorbitant price. Could I ask her to potentially throw away 18 years of marriage and two sons for the life of single parenthood? I could say to her that this was the catalyst for change and hope in the long run it would be worth it. She was meeting with me, looking for something. I talked to her about God and hope and forgiveness for her bad choices, but only in a generic sense. I told her we would be there for her if she went through with the abortion. I so wanted to do something for her to alleviate her pain. She left, heading for the abortion provider. She said she would probably be back. I felt like I had failed her.
MY GREATEST FAILURE
THAT DAY WAS NOT
POINTING HER MORE
CLEARLY TO JESUS.
I came home that day tired (giving blood probably didn't help) and drained. I was telling my husband about giving blood, and my teenage daughter called out, "Mom, you saved two lives today." At that moment I felt like I had lost two, a mother and her pre-born child. Giving blood is so much easier. As it happened, my family and I went to see the movie "The Passion of the Christ" that night. I was face to face with the ultimate giving of blood; it was not easy and it came at a great price. His blood was given to save all of us, including that mother and her pre-born child. There are not easy answers, but there is one answer. That answer is Jesus Christ. My greatest failure that day was in not pointing her more clearly to Jesus. I had been like the disciples asleep at the hour of need. This was a wake-up call; this work is not just a job. I cannot become complacent. Life and death decisions are being made. I need to be filled with Christ and walk in the power of the Holy Spirit so I can give to those who are looking for an answer in their time of crisis. I will be praying for her and trust that God will continue to pursue her with His love.
"Blessed are those whose lawless deeds are forgiven, and whose sins are covered" (Romans 4:7).
"How much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God" (Hebrews 9:14).
Kim LeBlanc is Client Services Director at Lambton CPC in Ontario, Canada. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.