No Greater Love

By David Woodworth *

When I and a number of my family members went to the state capitol in Austin, The

contrast between good and evil was more stark than I ever remember seeing it. While standing
in line for over eight hours in order to flood the senate gallery with blueclad, prolife supporters, I had a great deal of opportunity to observe the actions and persons of demonstrators on both sides. Some things were surprising, others were not. It gave me pause to reflect and to contrast the nature of our cause and theirs.

If I had to boil the differences down to one word it would have to be the word “Love.” This word defines our cause in more than just an abstract philosophical sense for few things in life are stronger than the natural love that a mother feels for her baby. Love defines not only our strategy but our tactics.

The contrast in behavior that I witnessed that day, was not coincidental it was a natural extension of each side’s worldview. For their part, the pro-abortion crowd didn’t seem to have an endgame. What I mean is that the tactics they employed hardly seemed targeted at winning the hearts either of their opponents or those on the fence. It was simply an ugly display of rage. In fairness, there were a number of proaborts who seemed to be trying to go out of their way to be nice. However, there were a lot more of them in the rotunda beating drums and carrying on like demons from the pit. Particularly disturbing was an old woman on the second balcony of the rotunda who had a collection of signs that she individually displayed from the railing. Periodically she would scream unintelligible slogans to the floor of the rotunda. Her manner denoted a degree of rage the was truly shocking to see in a woman of her age. Something about her was profoundly disquieting and as I watched her I couldn’t help but speculate that this woman had had an abortion earlier in life and had hardened her heart against the guilt instead of finding peace and forgiveness from God. (When told about her my dad independently speculated the same thing.)

When two nice looking young girls from a church group placed themselves behind an individual who was being interviewed in order to hold up prolife signs for the camera, this woman angrily rushed over and held up one of her enormous signs to completely block them out. I don’t know who she was aiming to impress with this ugly display, but quite frankly it didn’t appear that she was calm enough to even care.

When we would sing “Jesus Loves Me”, “Jesus Loves The Little Children,” or “Amazing Grace” the pro-abortion crowd seemed to become even more enraged. Songs had some sort of uncanny infuriating effect on the proaborts all out of proportion to their volume which seldom rivaled that of the mobs' own preffered form of worship. The chants went on and on sometimes rising to a screaming pitch as they echoed through the rotunda. Throughout the day we saw proaborts displaying obscene slogans and images either on tshirts or signs. There was worse to come.

After we left we heard that the capitol police had advised prolife demonstrators to leave so

angry where the pro-abortion crowds. The police confiscated, paint, glitter, jars of feces,  from demonstrators attempting to enter the senate gallery. Just what they were planning to do with those items is better left unsaid.
By contrast, the polite, orderly prolife crowd remained mostly silent. It was a conscious
decision on the part of prolife organizers to remind everyone that unborn infants have no voice
to raise in defense of themselves. And yet this does not do entire justice to the prolife crowd for their orderly and quiet demeanor were more organic than organized. A “petition of peace” was passed around for prolifers to sign. It stated the undersigned's resolve to use only peaceful,
orderly means of demonstrating. All of us signed it, but nothing could have been more
unnecessary. Looking around me I couldn’t see any prolife demonstrators who looked remotely
likely to do any of the things forsworn by the statement. Here were people showing up in
recognizable family groups something that proaborts seldom seemed to do.
There were prolife groups moving through the capitol halls, where the line for the senate gallery coiled ponderously, passing out snacks and water to those in orange as well as blue. I couldn’t help but think that if a person from another planet came and viewed the scene, without ever knowing anything about the issues at stake, he could come to the right conclusion about who the “good guys” where just by watching their behavior.

Most of the prolifers stayed out of the rotunda but a few stalwart souls had walked into the middle of the chanting crowd to hold up signs. Still others had formed a sort of circle, albeit incomplete in places, to surround the chanting mass with prolife signs. While I couldn’t help but admire the courage this must have taken, I wondered if this was a good idea. They stood there calmly, making a mute appeal that I think must have penetrated to the consciences of the prodeath crowd. Whether these proaborts were simply enraged or whether they really were trying to drown out that "still, small voice," their ability to go on yelling for hours seemed almost inhuman.

Prolifers, I am told, gathered to pray in the rotunda. When word came that the capitol was no longer safe for them, many prolife demonstrators retreated to the offices of politicians who had graciously volunteered them for just such a purpose. By contrast, there was not the slightest suggestion of prolife violence against prodeath demonstrators. The events of that day made it clear, if it had not been before, that proponents of abortion identify with hatred much more than with love.

As I have had pause to reflect on my experiences I have come to realize that our means of carrying out this war must be as fundamentally different from theirs as the still, small voice is from enraged shouting. We have accomplished nothing if we participate only in a shouting match. Our goal must be to get people to listen to that voice by showing them what God's love in action looks like. At heart I believe most people understand that abortion is not a medical issue but a moral one. Deep down I think they understand that abortion takes an innocent human life.

We won't do win by shouting back. We can only do that with love.

"And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.


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