Though my family and I normally minister at the Latrobe abortion mill, we do sometimes minister at another one in Charlotte. We were there one morning and had the joy of meeting Mr. Russell, the Gatekeeper. We got to talking, and he happens to have written a very sweet book about his experiences at the abortion mill. I've read the whole book, and had a hard time deciding which story to post since they were all so good. He shares his experiences from starting out in prayer to engaging the women.
"Many years ago I was given the name Mr. Whiskers. I'm often called that name by seminar participants, work associates, and friends. I sometimes write under that name. But...today that changed. I got a new nickname.
I arrived a little early and relieved Katherine. She was the only one there-no Sidewalk Counselor today. She asked if I minded covering Hebron (the abortion mill) alone and I said no. A little apprehensive, but also thinking the along time would be good for praying.
As Katherine left, I stood on the grass along the fence near the sign. As I prayed I was irresistibly drawn to "the gate,"-the place where the cars entered. There was a barren spot of red clay there where the Sidewalk Counselors stood. I didn't know what to do or what to say-but I knew I HAD to stand at the gate. Had to reach out to those coming and going.
Completely overwhelmed and humbled-each day that I returned, if there was no one at the gate, I took my place there. The desire of my heart was to stand in the gap, to be a shield, to be a guardian, to stand against entry. With that I became the Gatekeeper. A designation I accepted with humility and honor." ~Russell Justice
Ezekiel 3:18 "Suppose I tell you that wicked people will surely die, but you don't warn them or speak out so that they can change their wicked ways in order to save their lives. Then these wicked people will die because of their sin, but I will hold you responsible for their deaths."