By Bruce Garren

Who would have thought it could happen after four days of standing for the preborn in Jackson, Wyoming.  I certainly didn’t.  Jackson, Wyoming, is adamantly pro-abortion, pro-homosexual, and pro any religion but Christianity.  Our reception in Jackson was less than hospitable as we allowed the theology of the church house to become biography in the streets in defense of preborn children.  They are being killed by abortionist Brent Allen Blue.  He is the lone abortionist in the state of Wyoming and, if he were to stop doing abortions, would make Wyoming the first abortion free state in America since January 22, 1973.

It was Saturday morning and I found some time to organize the signs we were using to depict the glory of life and the gruesome death that befalls the unborn children who have no one to defend them.  As I took each sign out and leaned it against the side of the truck I noticed a white SUV driving slowly through the parking lot of the motel where we were all staying.  Inside was an attractive woman in her late thirties and, next to her, a young girl perhaps ten years old.

When the car stopped I wasn’t sure what to expect.  It had been that kind of week in Jackson.  She asked if she could speak to me, so I turned and walked to the open car window.  Her eyes were moist with tears, and the little girl moved over next to her mother to listen to our conversation.

The mother explained that twenty years before, she was pregnant out of wedlock and had decided to get an abortion and end her baby’s life.  Just a few days before the abortion she had seen a person holding a graphic sign of an aborted baby.  Not only did it cause her to reconsider what she was about to do, she decided not to kill her baby.  Today, her oldest daughter is 20 years old.  She said that if it weren’t for people like us holding graphic signs, her daughter wouldn’t be alive today.

She said that the people who had been willing to hold these signs 20 years ago saved her daughter’s life.  She realized that we had not received much support from the folks in Jackson and wanted us to know how grateful she was that we had come to take a stand for life in her city.  The culture of death, as seen in abortionist Brent Blue, leads to death in so many different ways.  We reap what we sow.

By the time she finished thanking me, there were tears in my eyes as well as hers.  I told her that her gratitude was greatly appreciated by me and that I would share it with the others who had come to Jackson.  I told her that it had been a difficult week for all of us, by coming so far and receiving such little support from the community, but that we believed we had been called for ‘such a time as this.’

She said she was glad she could support us in a small way and again apologized for the lack of support from her city.  She smiled at me through her tears and drove away.  I am convinced that she was sent by God to encourage us all after a difficult but rewarding week standing for the unborn.