May the things that hurt God's heart hurt ours

As I watched a girl painfully walk out of the abortion clinic, yesterday, with her boy friend by her side, It pained me to even watch or make any type of contact with her. She looked so hurt and broken, and only God knows what she or her boy friend were feeling at the moment.

As I watched a women cross the street looking exactly like a man it made a knot twist up in my stomach. As I spoke to that same women just a week ago, I know that she professes to believe in God and know God and she could even quote certain passages in his word but of coarse quoted nothing of Romans 1 when talking about God giving the wicked up unto their own uncleanliness. She claims that God LOVES her and created, She proclaims boldly that abortion has nothing to do with going against God's law and as she went on and on twisting scripture, defending abortion, defending gay rights, and proclaiming that she knows God, I could not help but think what a disappointment she will find when she discovers that she has created a God in her own image since she chose to close her ears to our warnings. I could not tell her that God loved her but hated her sin because that would be lying so all I could do was pray for that lost, soul that is dead in sin and blinded by the truth.

 Psalm 5:4-6:

⁴ For you are not a God who is pleased with wickedness;
   with you, evil people are not welcome.
⁵ The arrogant cannot stand
   in your presence.
You hate all who do wrong;
 ⁶ you destroy those who tell lies.
The bloodthirsty and deceitful
   you, LORD, detest.
Romans 1: 22-24
²²Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools,

²³And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things.

 ²⁴Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves: 

As I saw a couple sitting on the train dressed as demonic figures for a Halloween party, I suppose they were going to, I could not help but notice the misery they drowned in and the darkness that possessed their bodies and pray for the blood of Jesus to free them from the burdens they are debt to. 

We live in a world swarming in wickedness and although it boggles our mind and pierces our heart we must pray for the lost and fulfill the great commission that God has called us to which is to go out and spread the good news to, all the gentiles, that Christ is risen and is coming again and they can be free from sin if they only choose to turn to the cross and follow Christ because without the blood of Jesus we lie in wait for an eternal damnation. 

Does your heart break at the things that breaks God's heart or have we become desensitized to it?

To help, or not to help....THAT.. is the question

At Dr.Emily's abortion mil, there's one thing you can't do, and that's passing the line, the line that separates the sidewalk from the driveway. When you do that, you can get arrested for trespassing. That's the law, so we follow it, but there's moments where you really wish you could just walk all over their huge parking lot.

 There's girls that, when they walk out the door, they kneel down in pain, there's girls that can't take the stress and stand there and cry, and there's girls that are being pulled out by their boyfriend or mother. The hard part is watching it, and not being able to reach them and give them a hug, give them the gospel, or comfort them, because they are far inside the parking lot.
Two weeks ago, there was one girl who walked out, sat down lying on the wall, and started crying. I wanted to go and run to her, but there was that line that separated me from her. The worst part was that one of the three clinic escorts that day just stood there, pacing back and forth near us. Why didn't he help her? One of the pro-lifers (the one in the picture) said to the clinic escort, " Go help her! She needs help! Why don't you ask her what's wrong?" And did he do it? Nah, he started pacing again.....my bad for thinking the escort would think about helping a women crying on their floor.