The March For Life, 46 Years After Roe v. Wade

Stephen Agnew Abortion, Who Am I? Leave a Comment

“Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
T’was blind but now I see”

Today’s the ‘March For Life’, marking 46 years since SCOTUS legalized abortion.

Today I wanted to share a story of redemption.

20 years ago this coming summer, I helped my best friend get an abortion.

She was raped while studying overseas, and feared facing her strict Asian parents back here at home. She called me desperately crying her eyes out, pleading for my help. Full of deep sadness for her, I raised the money for her within 24 hours. I went with her to the clinic, waiting in the grimy, dim-lit waiting room. Up until this point I was staunchly pro-life, passionately so, but my grief for my friend overwhelmed me and I helped her end an innocent life.

I was numb at first, leaving the clinic and taking her home. Then as the days turned into weeks, a dense yet hollow hole formed in my heart. I poured my endless grief and shame into that hole, but it never filled up, it just devoured everything that it came into contact with. My friendship with my best friend ended with the life of her child, my best friend walked through that door and a stranger came out an hour later. We rarely spoke to each other again and to this day we’re estranged from each other.

My university life resumed of course, my life was filled with new experiences, laughs and joys, but the hole in me remained. A few years later I took an ‘Ad Design’ class as an elective, and I was determined to find some kind of solace from my heartache and guilt in that class, to design a pro-life ad campaign. I did just that and it soothed me for a little while, then the pain and guilt came back. I took the class two more times, maxing out how many times you can take one class, determined to design more pro-life ads. To calm my heart for sure, but this time to warn others about my mistake, warn them about taking an innocent baby’s life. I had to, I must.

9 years flowed on by, the pain still there—it seems to stay with you through life—but existing in the background of my heart, and an opportunity came my way to apply for a position at a local Scripture translation ministry. I’m not sure I expected much, I had so much darkness from my past I felt a bit ashamed in even applying. But I put my portfolio together of what I thought were my best works of art, and included a few of my pro-life ads. I didn’t think much of it. Well the interviewing process went through what it does, and to my surprise I was hired.

In the first few weeks there I was sitting with my new boss, just chatting away. While we chatted about life he opened the curtain of his hiring decision ever so slightly, and he told me:

“When I saw your pro-life ads my jaw dropped, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The images you chose, the words in the caption—my eyes filled with tears and I cried at my desk. I called a couple of others to my desk to look at the ads. I knew it then and there that you were the person for us.”

My horrific sin against God—taking a baby’s innocent life, which I felt so much shame and pain from, God used for His glory and His Kingdom. He channeled that pain to create the very pro-life ads that He would use to lead me to a position in reaching the world sharing the Gospel.

What Satan meant for evil, Christ used for good. More than that, Christ used it to further His Kingdom in ways that only He could put into motion.

Even whilst in my deepest pit of darkness of taking the life of my friend’s baby, Christ redeemed me. And today, my boss asked me to represent the ministry in Amsterdam in April at a conference. Me. A stinking, messy wretch. Who’s committed one of the worst sins one could.

That’s redemption. Redemption that can only come from Christ.

“Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
T’was blind but now I see”

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