February 16th, 2013
Planned Parenthood Cedar Hill, Texas
Today is the first time I’ve stepped foot inside Planned Parenthood since my abortion over a decade ago. This time they didn’t call me “sweetheart.”
I am there by Planned Parenthood’s invitation to residents in the Cedar Hill area. Come one come all, came the e-request, and volunteer here for canvasing your local neighborhood with the good news of cheap reproductive health care. “Let the community know we aren’t villains…just say this script. Be the first to get through the script entirely and win a prize — maybe free condoms and flavored lubricant!” Fact checked. I’m a witness.
I live my life in Cedar Hill. We reach out regularly to the area youth and young adults. As a local minister, I care about what goes on here. I adhere to being an informed citizen. So when Planned Parenthood offers me an open door to snoop in their diary of doings, I’ll take it. I registered for the training honestly. They knew I was coming. I didn’t have an agenda. I’m just snooping. And listening.
Earl Jordan, Planned Parenthood Director of Security for Greater Texas researched the registrants and comes up from Austin. It’s a small gathering with only about 10 other people, mostly all assumed workers donned in PP attire. 3 of us dressed in civilian uniform, plus Earl.
At the clinic I announce my name upon arrival. I come in friendly. In truth I AM their friends. I pray regularly for them without malice whatsoever. I’ve been there. Others have loved me. But here eyes sneer and mouths are silent. No welcome. I learn later they were briefed beforehand. Earl comes across the room and tells me I shall be his company. This is a public event, yet I’m denied materials. Everyone else has a clip board with targeted home addresses derived from voter information. I am not allowed to know where they are going. They don’t ask me what I am doing or why I am there. I feel they are very uncomfortable. Nobody talks to me but Earl, who immediately takes me outside after the meeting.
“You see, Mrs. Nelson, we know who you are.” I think I know who I am, but apparently I don’t. Mr. Earl Jordan, a very general of Planned Parenthood, came from Austin to thwart me…why? He knows everything about my life. To be short, Earl cordially regurgitates to me the scope and fruit of my pro-life labor from his professional point of view. I’m honestly baffled. I thought small and miniscule. He saw something threatening and respectfully came across the state. Are we really at such the blessed place where such minor things stir the whole structure?
Today I’ve come face to face again with the paradox of intercession. Our eyes are often hidden from our own significance as intercessors. We underestimate the value of our labors, much of it being done in the unseen realms of spirit.
Heaven trumpeted truth over me today. Let us stay the course in this battle for our nation’s soul. You think you are a grasshopper. Nay, you are a giant slayer.
And Goliath said, “Am I a dog, that you should come after me with a stick?”
Kingdoms topple by such ridiculous means.