On March 12, 29 years ago, God sent a blizzard. We got 21 inches of snow through the night. When we woke up in the morning, no one went anywhere. The interstates were shut down, I-24 was literally a parking lot of tractor trailers and cars from Chattanooga to Monteagle.
But my thanksgiving to God is this: March 12-13, 1993 were in the days that the abortion clinic killed babies. Little babies whose lives would have been snuffed out on these dates were not. They were delivered by God from certain death and some of them are now 29 years old. They are now our fellow-workers, neighbors, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, uncle, aunts and yes, even fathers and mothers themselves.
In a month, both the building owner and the abortion clinic were finished financially. In another month, the pro-life community in Chattanooga bought the abortion clinic building in bankruptcy court. We paid $294,000 for a building that was worth only $222,000. We were determined not to have an abortion clinic in our town.
Two years later, March 1995, the Chattanooga Times ran a six-part series on abortion, or the lack thereof, in Chattanooga. One the many quotes was this: "Ask members of the anti-abortion movement why the city’s only pregnancy termination clinic closed and they will point up to heaven."
Praise God from whom all blessings flow! What great things happened on March 12, 29 years ago.