Around this point in the struggle the devil has an ace card he often plays. His great ruse is to get me to do some other good thing - staff a crisis pregnancy center, head up a ministry at church - anything to get me away from the NEXT MOTHER AND CHILD. He knows far better than passive weenie churchgoers that saving the next mother and child would bring down the whole enterprise, his crown jewel of blood sacrifice of infants.

While we do have to run to Tiller’s gate to save a baby and to bring Malachi and show him to the world, we also have to proclaim among ourselves that if we own a big mailing list and hire folks to fight the devil, the big mailing list owns us. To that extent, so does the devil. He will let us find all the donors we want as long as we let him have the next mother and child, as long as he can vibrate my plane if I get too near Mach 1 thereby convincing me I’m going to plummet out of the sky if I continue on this reckless course of actually saving the next baby and the soul of its mother.