By Jennifer Hartline

No abortion clinic workers, no abortion clinics, no abortions. It starts with the workers.

September 7, 2012 Catholic Online ( As I hung up the phone from talking with Abby Johnson, the founder of And Then There Were None, a ministry she began with her husband to help abortion clinic workers leave the industry, an image came to mind that stung my heart and made me ashamed.

A woman, a known sinner, fell at Jesus’ feet and bathed them with her tears, then dried them with her hair.  From her alabaster jar she poured her perfume on the Master’s feet, along with all her regret and shame, sorrow, and love.  The men in the room were appalled by her audacity — the nerve of this sinful woman to barge into a Pharisee’s house and touch Jesus!

Yet Jesus made them look at her and witness the greatness of her love.  “Do you see this woman?  I came into your house.  You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair.  You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet.  You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet.  Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven — for she loved much.  But he who has been forgiven little loves little.”  Luke 7:44-47

Today that woman works in an abortion clinic.  She works for Planned Parenthood, or one of its affiliates.  She works in a medical clinic somewhere, and her job every day is to “terminate pregnancies.”  She helps spill innocent blood in the name of “choice” and “reproductive rights.”  But what if… what if she doesn’t want to anymore?  Do you care?  Continue Reading…