Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Spiritual War for Life

For the first day of our Pro-Life adventure in Washington, D.C, I expected a lot of things. I expected to meet a large group of people fired-up and passionate about life, I expected to hear from and be inspired by some of the leaders of the pro-life movement, and I expected to end the day full of hope for the future. Although all of these expectations were realized, the way in which they occurred were far from my original thoughts. Some unexpected events left me with a new appreciation for the true battle we are fighting and renewed resolve to continue in the fight and, more importantly, to fight in the right way.


The first event on our itinerary for the weekend was the first ever March for Life Youth Rally. The event started out great. We had already heard several passionate speeches and presentations from some prominent pro-life leaders and the crowd of around one thousand people was really starting to get fired-up. But something would happen that would quickly change the course of the evening. In the middle of one of the presentations, a group of pro-choice protesters, who had been hiding throughout the audience, stood up and began yelling and chanting things such as "its my body, my right," and "pro-life, what a lie, you don't care if women die."

At first, I thought the demonstration was a joke, or some kind of skit to teach us a lesson or make a point. It quickly became apparent, however, that this was no joke and with that realization came a whole slew of emotions: angry, fear, and sadness. Just seconds after the demonstration began, someone in the audience yelled out "Start praying!" Almost instantaneously, the crowd began praying, led by Lila Rose (founder of Live Action), who could barely be heard above the protesters' cries. As soon as the praying began, I was struck by an awesome feeling that something deeper was going on within the room and that we were witnessing an event of spiritual warfare. The most powerful thing, however, came as the crowd erupted in cheers and the protesters left the room (some escorted out, others by their own choice). In that moment, there was a sense of victory in the room, that a battle had been fought and the power of prayer had prevailed.

When the group debriefed later in the evening, there seemed to be a new appreciation for just how intense the fight for life can be at times and for how high the stakes are. Many of the students were upset and disturbed by the anger and hatred displayed by the protesters. Some even recalled fearing that a violent confrontation may occur. I remember feeling sorry for the protesters, who had so much misguided anger. However, the response of the pro-life crowd showed a key difference between the two groups. When faced with hatred and anger, we responded with prayer. When placed in direct confrontation with the very cause that had brought us together, we did not respond with hate, but rather with love. The result was an invigorated crowd, ready to take up our cause by changing hearts and minds. As one student put it, who found the experience particularly powerful in a positive way, "we talk about what we’re fighting against…., but we’re fighting against spiritual powers…. And we’re winning!”

Sometimes in the fight for Life we are faced with circumstances and confrontations that draw strong emotional responses. We are human and oftentimes our first reaction is to lash out in anger and frustration. It is so important to remember, however, to respond with love, to not rise to anger, and to pray for those who persecute us. One student expressed it this way: "The more time I spend around pro-choice people, the sorrier I feel for them. If you don’t have God, you only have whatever strength you can get from yourself… it's really sad.” Praise God that our strength comes from our Heavenly Father and that through His strength we have the power to win this battle and see an end to this evil!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Recent thoughts on the battle for Life...

I know it has been quite awhile since I have updated and this is not going to be the most "joyful" of posts, but the last few hours have inspired me to share some of my thoughts.

A little introduction... I have been a fan of the show Grey's Anatomy for several years, mainly because I am an abnormally emotional girl and need my weekly dose of drama. :) I have ignored my conscience over several story-lines the past few seasons, mostly seeing them as harmless or just a part of a fictional world. The latest story-line that has developed has made me realize that enough is enough. One of the main characters decided that she would rather be a surgeon than a mother and chose to abort her unborn child. At first, I thought the writers might be able to shape this story into a positive thing for the Life community, particularly because the character's husband was so adamantly opposed to her decision. I thought that even if she went through with the abortion, the writers would have no choice but to show how devastating the consequences would be for her, her husband, and their relationship. On last night's episode, however, the husband eventually decided to support her decision after accepting some extremely faulty logic from his wife's best friend, who said that growing up with mother who resented her nearly killed her and no child should have to go through that. HELLO?!?! Growing up with a resentful mother may have nearly killed her, but abortion would have DEFINITELY killed her! I get the feeling that the story is not completely over (it never is on Grey's Anatomy) but this was definitely a step in the WRONG direction and I do not want to be a part of it anymore.

As saddened as I was by this story on one of my favorite shows, I was even more distraught over the reviews and recaps of the episode and even more so by the comments posted at the end. While there were a few dissenters, the majority of the comments praised her decision, the quality of the writing, and the phenomenal acting of the actress. Even those who did not agree with the decision did not do so because they saw abortion as wrong, but only because in this specific instance they considered the decision to be selfish. Many of the arguments pointed to the baby being only a "potential human" or, worse, "a lump of cells." They referred to women who have children as "mindless incubators" who fell to the pressures of human society and family obligations. How disgusting! I was in tears as a read these words!

This whole experience reminded me of what an uphill battle we are fighting because we are not just fighting against abortion or the morality of our society, we are struggling against a foe who has nothing to lose. However, when I was distraught about everything I was reading and once again feeling a deep fatigue over the work we are trying to do, God did two things. First, He reminded me that He is in control and that He has already won the ultimate victory, through Jesus Christ. I was getting so upset that I decided to open my Bible and this was the first thing I saw:
"When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true:
'Death has been swallowed up in victory.
''Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?'
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."  -1 Corinthians 15:54-57
The second thing he did was use a friend to remind me that there are so many people out there who do care and are willing to stand for Life no matter what. Right after I saw this verse from Corinthians, I got a text message from a friend showing her prayerful and purposeful response to a campaign/fundraising letter from Planned Parenthood:

What a great response!!!

What an awesome God we have!!! He knew exactly what I needed when I needed it and turned my really crappy morning into an awesome testament and reiteration of his love for me! I feel refreshed and ready to start another 40 Days for Life campaign next week and continue working at the Bush School so I can be qualified to continue this great work the best that I can! Praise God and YAY JESUS!!!!! :)

Saturday, August 20, 2011

New Name.... New Style!!!

Welcome to the new version of my blog! Since I am no longer in Seattle, I have revamped my blog to better express myself. Enjoy!

Final Days in Edmonds

I'm not going to do a long post with lots of words to tell you how my last few days in Edmonds were.... instead I'm going to show you with some awesome pictures!







 
 


Edmonds Sunsets

Edmonds has some of the most glorious sunsets I have ever seen.... here are a few of my favorites from throughout the summer!









Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Name Change!!!

Hello, everyone! In spite of my dismal update record this summer, I have decided to continue this blog past the internship experience. However, since I will not be remaining in Seattle, I am going to have to change the name. This is where I need your help. I am REALLY bad at coming up with catchy blog names. I have a few ideas bouncing around, but if you could give some input or suggestions, that would be very helpful. I would like the name to include something to do with music, Jesus, Lutherans, pro-life-ness, etc. One idea I had was "Joyful Noises," but I wasn't entirely sure. So anyway, leave a comment here or on facebook with your ideas and I will love you forever!

Thanks and much love!
Laura

Monday, August 15, 2011

Davis Family Reunion

While I was up here working, the rest of the Davis clan decided it was once again time for a good old fashioned Davis family reunion. My family came up the day before I left for Shoshone and my dad's sister and the rest of the Mansfields got here a couple days later. After my family went to the mountains for a couple of days (I had to stay and work) and the Manfields took a trip to Victoria, we all got together, along with the Taziolis, for a trip down memory lane and headed to Big Four Mountain.


The goal of the trip was to recreate a picture we had taken of the kids (that would be my siblings, cousins, and me) about fifteen years ago. However, after hiking the entire trail, we realized that the picture was NOT even taken at Big Four, but in California at Sequoia National Park. FAIL! Oh, well, we still managed to have a lot of fun, as we always do when we are all together. The scenery was beautiful, even if it was a dreary day, and I think the trip was well worth it.




Family minus one
My cousin's two month old, Adah
After eating lunch at Big Four, we headed down to Granite Falls, and visited the fish ladder. I was a little scared of the grates that we had to walk on, but it was worth it! :)


Hannah and I with our cousin, Emily
We love each other

The next day, we took a tour of Seattle on one of the "ducks," an amphibious vehicle driven by crazy tour guides. We saw a lot of thing I had already seen, and a few things I hadn't. My favorite part was the trip out on to Lake Union and learning all about the houseboats and "floating houses" along the lake (apparently there's a difference).


John and my Aunt Andrea
The "real" Seattle Grace Hospital... not a hospital at all!
After the tour, the Mansfields moved on to the rest of their vacation and the Davises settled down to enjoy a few more days together. Hannah and I had several late night talks out in the camper we were sleeping in. On the last day of their visit, Hannah, John, and I took a trip over to Kingston on the ferry.


After we enjoyed some ice cream and John worked on his stalker skills (its a long story), we started our return to Edmonds. Halfway there however, Hannah and I both got text messages that said simply one word.... Christina!!!


Our sister had just given birth way over in Wisconsin to my beautiful niece, Christina Faith! The announcement was the perfect way to end a wonderful vacation!