My name is Andre Nadeau.  I am 27 years old.  I live in River Ridge, LA, and am a member of King Jesus Ministries.  I attended OSA 2008’s National Event in Atlanta, GA.  It was one life-changing event!

In order to give my testimony about this event, I have to go back to my teen years.  When I was 16 or 17 years old, there was a group of church members that was at a very big intersection.  As I passed the intersection, I saw that they were holding signs with pictures of dead, aborted babies.  I have never in my life believed in abortion, but at the same time, I said the same thing that many people said to me in Atlanta … “They should be ashamed of themselves for showing those signs.”  Then, I went on with my life.  Many years passed and no amount of time could make me forget the images I saw that day.

At the age of 22, I was married and then had a son.  By the age of 25, my wife passed away, but for my son’s sake, I got involved in church.  My pastor, Dale Sochia, has a very big heart for the abortion (pro-life) ministry and one day he shared about an old church building that became an abortion mill in New Orleans.  Pastor Dale said that the word the Lord gave him is that if the church doesn’t go outside of the walls, Hell will come in.  It was at that time that I knew where this boy was going to go … to THAT abortion mill.  It was my first time standing in front of a clinic and satan tried to deter me from being there right away.  I got into an altercation with a man and found myself being punched in the face, but not over what you’re thinking.  It was over the parking spot in this busy section of New Orleans.  Aggravated, but not willing to give up, I started my walk to the clinic.  When I got there, I saw the signs of young babies torn apart by abortion and, in my mind I said, I will not hold those signs.  After being there ten or so minutes, I found a simple sign that said, “Thou shall not kill”.  This was the sign that I was going to hold.  Still aggravated, I found a tree to lean on and held my sign, staring down everyone who drove by.  When it was time to go, I set my sign down and told everyone good-bye and left.  On the way back to the car, I felt more like a Christian at that moment than in my 10 years of being a Christian (still feeling that holding the signs of dead babies was the wrong method).  When I told Pastor Dale about how being at the clinic made me feel, he let me know about the OSA Georgia trip.  I was the first to sign-up and no one was going to stop me from going, but I was not going to hold a sign of an aborted baby.

The first night in Atlanta, Flip said we were going to the churches the next morning.  Immediately I thought to myself, “What have I gotten myself into?”  I told God that night that I would be submissive so that I could see Him move, still refusing to hold a sign.

After a few days, my group ended up in Woodruff Park. One of the leaders asked if I would help a brother get some signs of baby Malachi out of the trailer.  I didn’t want to, but I told God I would submit.  When the trailer door opened, I saw not only a sign of Baby Malachi, but a 7 ft. by 6 ft. sign of Baby Malachi and not just one, but two.  Submitting, I brought the signs back to where we were in the park.  Then, the same leader told me to hold it.  Inside, I was falling apart.  I then told God, “You need to change me.”  The first man that walked up to me and the sign looked intently at Baby Malachi.  Then he said to me, “That isn’t tissue, is it?”  I told him, “No.”  He then said, “That’s a baby.  It has fingers and toes.”  He then asked if he could take a picture of the sign to show a friend of his that was going to get an abortion and was being told it was only tissue.  It was then, at that moment, that I remembered many years ago when I saw a sign of an aborted baby for the first time and realized that abortion kills a baby.  I also realized that these signs are necessary in the war against the murder of baby boys and girls.

After that, you couldn’t find me without a Baby Malachi sign in my hands; people need to know the truth about abortion!  For the next two mornings, I was on the overpass team and held those big Baby Malachi signs for those driving to work to see the truth and maybe tell others and save some babies from death.

On the last morning I was there, we were in front of “Dr.” Malloy’s abortion clinic.  As I stood across the street, holding a Baby Malachi sign, I was approached by a lady who said that she lived in this area for years and never realized it was an abortion clinic.  She said that she was looking for a new gynecologist, but now that she knew he was an abortionist, she wouldn’t be going to him.

Baby Malachi:  Though he is dead, he still speaks!