Til Dead Babies Cry No More

A baby cried. Pray for more babies to cry!

I hugged her and asked if she would pray with me
for all those in the abortion industry
to hear dead babies cry night and day
until they must stop doing what they are doing.

Tammy's Story as narrated by Eleanor Ramsey:

Eleanor: My lifelong dream had come true, it was more than I could ever hope for. I was offered an expense-paid trip to our Nation's Capitol, and I was so excited. The White House, Washington Memorial, Lincoln's Memorial - so much of our history that I had only heard about before, and now I could see it. To get to go and see Washington, D.C., and to be a part of the annual March for Life on top of that was truly exciting.

But then, I just could not get peace about going, as much as I wanted to, I just could not go. It was sad to watch the busses leave without me...especially when I could not understand why I could not go.

The next day when I was at the Life Enterprises Unlimited office, where I worked at that time, a call came in and the angry voice of a woman on the other end said, "This is Tammy Jones, I work at the (XYZ) Center (a local abortion "clinic"), and I want to know why you people do what you do. Why do you picket and harass pregnant women? Don't you know that sometimes they have no other choice?"

I said, "Tammy, I have only been doing this kind of work for a short time and maybe there is something I do not understand nor see. If you will come down here and share with me why you do what you do, I will be glad to talk to you about why I do what I do. I am willing to listen. I am interested in understanding why you do what you do."

"I am not going down there where all of those Pro-Life people are," was her irate reply. So I explained to her that I was all by myself as everyone else was in Washington for the Annual March. She said, "Alright, I'll be right down to see you."

Tammy came in with her four-year-old son, and he got busy with the toys in the toy corner. She said she would watch the movie "A Matter of Choice" as a starting place of mutual understanding so she could evaluate where I was coming from, as it showed the issue from both sides with a section from inside an abortion clinic.

After she watched the film, she came out and started talking and could not stop. Tammy said, "The picture is accurate. My job is to put the little pieces together to make sure we have not left any parts inside the mother because she would die if that happened. I work with the jars full of tiny arms and legs swirling around and around in the blood and it is just like in the picture. (She indicated this with her finger going around and around in a circular motion). You can even see every rib, spine, finger and toe - all of it perfectly formed at about five weeks."

Tammy talked almost non-stop for four hours relating story after story of heartache. She had one abortion as a teenager and one later after she married. She said she could no longer participate in the actual abortion procedure, just could not handle it. I asked her why she was still there if it was so bad and she said, "Because the pay is so good, I could never make that kind of money anywhere else." She was driving a very expensive sports car, and her clothes and jewelry were from the best stores and very expensive.

I shared with Tammy why I do what I do, and that is because I know first hand how a woman can be boxed into a corner to the point of feeling that she has no way out. I know what crisis pregnancy is all about with a brutal husband who beats you if you get pregnant as if it is all your fault. I shared with her that I was grateful that in my child bearing years abortion was not legal, or, I probably would have had one or more to avoid the beatings I knew would follow. I know what it feels like to be trapped in a bad marriage. At this point in my life I am grateful that all six of my children are alive and that they have given me twelve grandchildren. I would not trade one of these children for any amount of money or possessions. Women in a crisis situation, while under such duress, should not be expected to make life or death decisions.

A baby angel cries and prays

"It took the audible, supernatural crying of a tiny baby,
that was torn into pieces to finally bring me to the
place where I had to deal with my own dead children."

As the four hours of tears, and pouring out her heart to me neared the end, I was praying to myself, "Lord, do I tell her about you now, or win her today and try another day?" She immediately started to sob and I asked her what was wrong. Tammy said, "I wish my grandmother was alive, she would tell me about Jesus." This heartbroken, very beautiful young woman gave her heart to Jesus that day - right in the middle of our FOR-LIFE crisis pregnancy center.

I asked others to pray with me for her to leave the abortion chamber where she worked, never one time telling them which one she worked in or who she was. Mouths of "Christians" said things like, if she really got saved she wouldn't still be in there, she would quit. I knew that the Holy Spirit had to do His work in her life, conviction was His job, not mine.

One day she came in with a young girl who looked enough like her to be her younger sister. Tammy told me, "The nurse that assists with the procedures went home sick so I had to fill in for her. When I walked in and saw her on the table I could not bear to let her go through with having an abortion. She looked like she could be my daughter and her name is Tammy. You said that if I ever brought you someone who needed help that you would help her, did you mean that?" I told her that was still the case. Even though she knew I meant what I said, Tammy paid for all of the care this girl needed, counseled with the guy herself, and even helped with the wedding that came about before the baby was born.

Four months after I met Tammy, she came into my office and said, "I quit my job today, and I wanted you to be the first to know." I hugged her and asked if she would pray with me for all those in the abortion industry to hear dead babies cry night and day until they must stop doing what they are doing. I told her that God had me praying that way for weeks and I could not get over the burden. She exclaimed, "That is why I left there today! I was putting the pieces of a tiny, tiny baby together and it cried. I told my supervisor I quit, she tried to convince me to stay but I walked out." I knew then why I had been instructed to pray as I had. It was for God's will to be accomplished in this one life.

~~~ Later Tammy came in to see me and told me the following story. ~~~

TAMMY:

"It all began when my husband insisted that I abort our third child. I did not want that abortion. Shortly thereafter, I became involved with another man. In six months our marriage ended in divorce.

I couldn't take responsibility for the abortion, I blamed my husband completely for it."

Tammy abused alcohol and prescription drugs, and overprotected her daughter and son. Psychiatrists did not help. Church did not help.

She started working at an abortion clinic in Mobile, Alabama. She truly believed that she was helping other women. "I became involved in the abortion industry in order to justify my abortions."

"It was easy for me to tell them abortion was an answer to their problems," Tammy said, "but I couldn't share what had happened to me. I could not deal with that."

"My thinking was totally warped, I was compelled to justify to myself the death of my two children. I was always searching for ways to justify my abortions - ways to make it okay.

It took the audible, supernatural crying of a tiny baby, that was torn into pieces (pieces that my job was to put together to be able to be sure that all parts were out of the mother's body or she could die) to finally bring me to the place where I had to deal with my own dead children. God knew how hard my heart had become - and in His wisdom knew what it would take to make me whole again."

~Tammy went to school and is now a pediatric nurse and very active in her church.~

God later gave me an all expense-paid trip to Washington and it was as awe inspiring as I had expected it to be, He is always faithful.

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