The following is excerpted from the July 1994 In-Perspective.

While speaking to worshipers in a mainly prolife church on Long Island, New York one recent Sunday morning, I ended with my inevitable plea that everyone place prolife bumper stickers on their cars. Just as inevitable were the expressions of disapproval which this suggestion caused to over-spread the faces of many.

At least a few might have responded differently had they had an opportunity to hear from a woman in her mid-forties who came forward moments later with a five year old child to confide that when she had become pregnant with this little boy she was single, in her early forties and alone. So great was her panic that she yielded to conventional wisdom and reflexively scheduled an abortion. It was a profane appointment she would never keep because of a divine appointment she couldn’t cancel; a providential encounter with, of all things, a prolife bumper sticker.

Not one word of conversation was exchanged between her and the driver of the bumper sticker-bearing car, but at a glance her life was changed and her baby saved by a simple, one dollar, strip of vinyl-displayed by someone who couldn’t have known of her desperate need for direction someone who probably never noticed her presence.

This article appeared in the Nov./Dec. 1994 issue of Eternal Perspectives.