Please take the time to read this. . .

This is a message from a site that I follow and often convicts me. . . some of the articles get a little long but they are always worth it. . . this one is great and not all that long so please take the five minutes to read it.

Sorry, I'm Just Not A Pro-life Activist
Sorry, I'm just not a pro-life activist. I can't stomach the graphic pictures. I don't have the courage to just walk up to someone I don't know and talk to them about an issue like this. I don't like to tell people what's wrong and what's right. I can't take being hated. I couldn't take the way they'd look at me.I don't know the facts about abortion well enough to defend what I believe, personally. I don't know enough about biology to know when life begins any more than the next person.I know I'd say something stupid. I know I'd have trouble proving what I said. When I get nervous, my mind goes blank and I have trouble putting my thoughts into words. And I always get nervous when I meet new people -- or even just talk to them on the phone. Sometimes I even get scared explaining my ideas to people I know well.I don't like going out there and putting myself in tough situations. I don't like confrontations. When people get angry at me, I'm afraid they'll hurt me. I don't enjoy taking risks. None of this is anything I'm good at.Sorry. I'm just not the pro-life activist type.But . . . let's put it this way: Would you be willing to risk something to save a child?Imagine you're walking down the street and you see a house on fire. As you approach, a lady runs up, gasping and sobbing, and grabs you by the arm. "My daughter . . ." she says, then she points towards the house. "Where?" you ask. "Upstairs," she cries, pointing to a window on the second level. The window is above an overhang of the roof. You see a drainpipe along the side of the roof. But . . . "Sorry, I'm just not athletic," you tell her. You've never climbed a drainpipe to a roof before. You might slip. You'd probably fall. You're just not an athletic, fireman-type, drainpipe-climbing kind of person. A scream from within the house pierces your thoughts. You turn to see the mother's distraught expression. "I'm sorry . . ." you tell her.Sounds pretty lame, doesn't it?You see, it doesn't matter what kind of person you are. All that matters is that you care.I'm not a pro-life activist kind of person. Before almost everything I do, I say, "God, I can't do this!" But in my heart, I know what's right. So nothing else matters. I must do what I can. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am. There is something more important than that. There are children dying. Set your eyes on the Face of your Heavenly Father. See His Love for them. And can't you hear the cry of each soul? As the choice is made, as the pain envelops, it screams, "I want to live!"Friends, be passionate, be active, do something about what you believe. I didn't know the facts. I had to research them. Being homeschooled, I'd hardly studied biology. So I found articles and books about when life begins and the development of the child in the womb and I pored over them. I don't like reading about abortion. Babies don't like feeling abortion. I don't have the courage to do what's needed. So I step out in faith. I'm not the best at it. But I give it my all.I'm not the kind of person who does hard things. But I do them anyway. It's not that I enjoy looking foolish. It's not that I like confrontations. It's not that I want to make people angry. It's not that I enjoy feeling incompetent or attempting tasks that make me feel weak, small, untalented. I don't relish tough situations, risk taking, or standing on a platform and being heard. It's not that I like what I do.I just see and know something more important than all of that. It convicts me in a way I cannot avoid, cannot quiet, cannot forget. And I just care too much to stand by and say, "Sorry . . ."Friends, you know the truth that abortion kills a living human being. You believe the truth that more than 3,000 innocent lives are being lost daily. It doesn't matter what kind of person you are. Consider what is important. Do you care? What will you do about it?Each of us can't do everything. But all of us can do something.