Death Toll April 30-May 5, 2007

Reporting from the “Baby-dumping capital of the Midwest” Granite City , IL .

  Once known for their towering steel mills, now known for the baby-dumping mill.

Hope Clinic- American Family Extermination Camp “destroying families one child at a time”

Severing over 375,268 mother –child relationships in their 33 year reign of terror

Monday- Bag n’ Tag 165 murdered babies for medical research, pharmaceutical, and cosmetic firms from past week’s carnage.

Tuesday- 0  CLOSED   To our delight, Yogendra Shah, the hired assassin, took the day off from whacking babies. Employees were shutting down their “chop-shop” for the next two days. Maybe they ran out of bullets. Praise the Lord!

Wednesday- 0  CLOSED   Another blissful day of peace in the womb, at least in Granite City .

Thursday- midnight abortions 45      IN, TN, MO IL      4 saves      6 pro-lifers   Aahhh nuts! Would it be asking too much of this bloody business not to open this afternoon? The Lord spoke to us earlier in the day as this was the National Day of Prayer. He asked us to deliver His mail to an assembly of pastors and believers in Belleville , Illinois . It was all good! We accomplished what we set out to do and were back in time to minister outside these gates of hell in Granite City . Read article: God’s mail delivered at National Day of Prayer www.smallvictoriesusa.com.

            As we rolled up to the crime scene, mothers and their accomplices were pouring onto the parking lots from all sides. Mostly black-Americans. It was raining off and on. God blessed us early on. Erika and Richard pushed a stroller containing their 4 week old son Ryan who was spared from this clinic. Erika commented that four years ago she met a lady outside this abortion clinic who performed an ultrasound on her and she saved her baby boy. She has gotten her GED and held down a job and has been raising her family.

            When she found herself pregnant again, her mother was pushing her to get an abortion, but Erika couldn’t do it; she refused. She helps mentor other young girls who find themselves pregnant and alone. She and Richard are planning a lifetime together raising their family. She wanted a picture with us as a keepsake.

            Tosha was a hardened mother. She was young and like a caged animal pacing back and forth trying to kill her unborn baby. Her accomplices began arguing and refusing to stay with her for the five hour abortion. They had other things to do. It was an inconvenience; it was bad enough they had to come up with $340.00 to pay a portion of the fee. We pleaded with everyone involved, but our pleas and offers of help fell on deaf ears. They drove off. When our words failed, we turned it over to the Lord.

            Twenty or so minutes later, Tosha returned with a different driver who was 7 months pregnant. Tosha had to pay her $20.00 to stay with her. Tosha bolted and bucked like a rodeo horse to get inside to rid herself of this little baby. Her friend told us she already has a little girl. Her friend accepted our literature and post-abortive tracts. She felt bad for being here; she just waited in her car as Tosha was inside killing her child.

            Two black-Amercian girls walked back out to their car. I asked them if there was “anything we could help them with?” The driver looked upset. She asked if I, “could do an ultrasound?” “Sure, it will take me five minutes to set it up. Just wait in the car.” Mia helped me and we called them over.

            Once inside, Sierra told us they took her money and didn’t let her see. She said, “I heard you offer to do a free ultrasound but I still went inside. They told me they couldn’t find it. They didn’t see a baby.” I placed the scanning wand on her lower abdomen. I then said, “Sierra, look.” She looked over and to her delight she viewed her 6 week old baby. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. She began gushing with emotion, “I prayed all the way here for God to give me a sign if He didn’t want me to get this abortion and He put you in my path,” she said. “If they would of seen a baby, I would of killed it. But the clinic couldn’t find it.” “That’s God Sierra. He allowed us to see this child in the ultrasound van. Praise Him!”

            We hugged and her friend Angela was crying tears of joy. The father of the baby then phoned on her cell phone and she told him she would return the call after the exam. “Thank God you people were here,” she said and hugged us and promised to keep in touch as they left.

            Vanessa and her boyfriend walked back out of the abortion mill in a good mood. Mia went over to them and asked her, “Did you save your baby? Do you need any help?” Vanessa nodded her head and said that they saved their child. She was smiling and informed us that she was 4 weeks pregnant, Praise God! Mia gave her a brochure and told her of the free help we give and told her to call us. They got in their car and drove off.

            Four hours into the killing fields, a well-to-do family of four walked out to their Lexus SUV cursing us for being there trying to save babies. “We are not the problem.” The girl flipped us off and they drove off only to return tomorrow to finish the grisly deed. We packed up the pregnancy van and prepared for the long drive home.

Friday- 44      FL, TN, IN, MO, IL      4 saves      5 pro-lifers    We arrived after driving in a deluge of rain from the airport. OSA-Birmingham Alabama leader Rev. Dave Lackey joined our ranks outside these gates of hell. One baby was spared before we got there Daniel was able to confirm after he spoke with Kara from Missouri .

            Throughout the rain, we were able to talk to many mothers. It seems the accomplices, be it the grandmothers or the girlfriends, were pushing the mothers inside to kill. So much for “choice”.  An irresponsible sperm-donor sat in his car for hours smoking cigars as his toddler sat in the back seat wailing and crying. Not once did this young man turn to comfort his child. Why would he care to rescue the one in the womb?

            Katina came back out and accepted our literature. She was 12 weeks pregnant and told us she was keeping her baby. We hugged her and watched her drive away.

            The baby body parts courier pulled up and retrieved boxes of dead babies for harvesting.

Saturday- 42      KY, NC, MO, IL      4 saves      8 pro-lifers  1 priest, 2 nuns, 4 seminarians, 2 rosary warriors, 3 deathscorts 

            As we set up the pregnancy resource van, cars from the day before began filling in the front parking lot. One woman from the day before was laying back in the front seat of the car and in a lot of pain. She was very late-term and delivering in her pants. They rushed her inside.

            OSA leader Dave Lackey concentrated on the employees as they arrived for another bloody day’s work. We apologized to the crying women who stood in line and were taking a verbal beating from the imposter pastor and the anger he hurled at them. Jamie, the deathcamp guard, came over to the krazy korner and rebuked him once again. He read John a scripture from the book of Matthew and walked away.

            After hours of enduring this angry man’s methods of screaming scripture and condemnation, Dave went over and spoke with him. He returned to screaming a few more minutes, then it was noticeably quiet. We were so busy trying to reach every car and mother walking inside to kill, that we didn’t see the screaming man get in his car and drive away. It was much easier to engage in conversation with the couples.

            Our efforts were bearing fruit, as mothers began rethinking their decision and didn’t go inside. Mothers and fathers came back out. Three couples were black-American who accepted our resources and literature telling us they saved their baby. Praise God!

            We spoke to a young couple in a pick-up truck from Missouri ; both were crying their eyes out. I asked, “Why would you go in there and have your baby butchered if it’s obviously affecting you this much? God has a plan.” They sat there a few more minutes after accepting our literature, then they drove off. A few minutes later, they pulled onto the bloody parking lot in front of this slaughterhouse. We continued to plead mercy on this innocent child’s behalf. They stoically walked inside.

            We turned our attention onto another couple who drove in an expensive vehicle with spinner wheels. It was obvious they cared more about their bling than their baby. We pressed in and a few minutes later, all three walked back out. We spoke with them as they walked to their vehicle. They were convicted once inside. They spared their baby and thanked us and drove away.

            We witnessed the premeditated slaughter of many more black Americans this day. Not one black pastor or church stands with us. Pastor Johnny Hunter with LEARN and BlackGenocde.org has made the comment, “It’s no different than handing them a rope.” The abortion clinic does a much better job of wiping out the black race than eugenicist and racist Margaret Sanger ever thought of. Sad...

            We returned to our local park and were met with great weather and walkers for our annual fundraiser “Walk for God’s Babies”. It was good to end the day on a high note. We gave the Lord praise and glory in it all.

Approx. 131 babies killed. 12 babies saved. Approx. 28 pro-lifers cared enough to show up throughout the week’s massacre. 2262 saves since January 2000 and 23 babies have been adopted through Small Victories!

            Someone has said: “There are but two lasting bequests we can give our children: the first is roots- the last is wings.” These prayers and promises are for those parents who wish to give their children roots planted in the rich soil of a healthy home and wings with which to fly in the freedom of responsible love.

Roots and Wings

            We can only pray, Lord, that our home has been a sanctuary where faith in you has not been so much taught as caught. May the little traditions we engaged in, the conversations around the table, the family trips to distant places, the friendly visits to faraway relatives, give to our children a sense of their roots.

            But may the privileges they have been given, the lessons learned through trial and error, the acceptance of responsibility as members of a family, the laughter at themselves and at each other, help unfurl their wings and set them free to fly.

            Bless our children, Lord, as we want them to have both roots and wings.

            Mother’s Day is a time when our children are supposed to appreciate what we have done for them. A mother is all those wonderful things you never outgrow your need for… “Train up a child in the way he/she should go and when they are old they will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6.  We worry that they will never understand how we tried to raise them in the best way we could even with mistakes. Sometimes we try to play Holy Spirit and bring conviction to them, but instead we bring condemnation – that is why so many kids are resentful when parents try to force God on them. It’s time to let go and let God. Your child is God’s property. God always goes after the prodigal. Resignation refused.

            Anyways, there’s no place to resign. Semper Fidelis, always faithful. “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast?” Isaiah 49:15. A mother’s love goes on and on even when her child is grown and gone. God planted a mother’s love so deep that the roots of it go deep and far into our hearts. There’s no place to resign, quit, or escape. Keep sending love messages even though you feel you’re trying to hug a porcupine! Keep sharing your heart. Keep on planting and watering seeds in your family. Don’t expect much back and you won’t be as disappointed.

            A loving mother is patient with her children’s immaturity and kind even when they are not. Children need love even when they don’t deserve it. A loving mother bears much of the responsibility for her children; she believes in them; she hopes in each one’s individual ability to stand out as light in a dark world; and she endures every backache and heartache to accomplish that. A loving mother never really dies.

            As for home-baked bread it will be consumed and forgotten: a spotless floor will soon gather heel marks and dust. As for children, toys and friends are important to them, but when they grow up it will have been how their mother loved them that will determine how they love others.

            “A hundred years from now it will not matter the kind of house you lived in, what your bank account was, or the car you drove, but the world may be different because you were important in the life of a child.”

            Endure and persevere mom, and be encouraged! ~Angela

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