Linda Gibbons Acquitted!

Linda Gibbons

Editor’s note: Linda Gibbons has been in prison since an August 7 arrest in Toronto while she witnessed to life outside an abortion facility protected by an injunction. Her case goes to trial November 12. She wrote the following letter to explain her ongoing mission.

This article is a reflection on my ten years of bearing witness for life in front of Toronto’s several abortuaries.

My intention is not an apology for the reason, cause or purpose I engage in civil disobedience against injunctions in place at these death mills; I’ve written on that previously. My presence is more than a challenge to unjust laws. My presence is a response to a distinctive human cry: the cry of Canada’s aborted unborn.

The courts have not responded to that silent cry. Currently, the killing of one in four children continues unabated.

Neither has the majority of Canadian parliamentarians shed tears over lives lost to abortion. Instead, they have unequivocally condoned the killing and compelled a tranquilized populace to pay for it.

When the social messaging regarding inconvenient or complicated pregnancies is “try again next time” or “better off dead,” it’s not a statement of the human condition but rather of cultural conditioning that implies some lives are unworthy of living. It begs the question: how much is a life worth? Unborn lives then become commodified and put on a sliding scale of values; ignored are the deliberate crimes against Canada’s own children.

What then should be a human response to the senseless attacks against babes in the womb? Essentially, the answer for me is simply to be there as one human being recognizes the endangered life of another, and to act in his or her defense. My presence is a plea for each child in jeopardy of being killed and the pamphlets I carry bear witness to the incontrovertible evidence of a child’s earliest existence, evidence denied them in the mill.

My presence is to plead for the living and to pray for the dying. I am witness to a holocaust: vis a vis over four decades of bloodshed.

Given the status quo of abortion on demand, with no legal redress throughout the entire gestation and delivery period, some would question the point of insisting that life is a sacred trust from conception until natural death and a God-given right worthy of defending.

My actions publicly demonstrate my commitment to resist the abortuary’s campaign of disinformation and to dissuade women from entering the killing centre.

For Christians, the failure to resist the practice of abortion makes a travesty of our faith. An empty sidewalk at the death centres and silence from the pulpits is scandalous when we are called to deliver those being dragged to death and those ready to be slain.

Not to take action contradicts God’s will and purpose for life. With abortion mills scarring the land from one coast to another and a death count in the millions, it calls for serious searching of heart. Have I done all I could in the face of such human carnage?

Should cares and commitments to family hold me back? What is the price of loving God’s unborn and not relinquishing the fight? I’ve weighed all of these. If the cost of loving and remaining with my family is the price of unborn blood, then the “cost of living” with family is too high. At what time, then, may I divest myself of the charge to defend life?

Imagine for a moment, in our world plagued with political unrest, the enemy coming to our towns and taking our children from us (as is happening in Iraq and Syria). Could we beg deliverance from God for our own when we were so reluctant to deliver His own babes in the womb threatened with death? When cares of the world distract and disturb, I’m reminded of the words of the Talmudic sage that Elie Wiesel, a holocaust survivor, quoted in his book, Open Heart: “It is incumbent on you to live as if you were to die the next day.”

The love of God constrains me to love the unborn as if there were no tomorrow. I only have today and in it I am called according to His purpose to answer the unborn’s long and unending cry for life.

I remain present in their service.

This column originally appeared Sept. 30 at LifeSiteNews and is used with permission.