Intercession for Abortioneers


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I am ecstatic! The Tuesday morning darkness is gone! God Almighty has truly broken the chains over the clinic and torn down the strongholds. Praise Him forever!

As Christians, we know that any answer to prayer begins in the spiritual before it manifests in the physical. I believe God has allowed me to see the spiritual breakthrough so that I may be encouraged to press on toward the goal that lies before me. I confess to having felt a little out of my depth this morning – I’ve become so accustomed to the daily warfare, that I’m almost lost without it. So, my Father birthed in me a new strategy. He has asked me to intercede for the abortioneers – this includes every person employed by an abortion clinic in South Africa.

Intercessory prayer consists of identification, agony and authority. The first step is to identify with the ones you intercede for. Although I’ve never been an abortioneer, I’ve been a sinner. I remember the depths to which my depravity sunk. I remember the progression of evil in my life, and how justifying it became successively easier. I am qualified to identify. I lay down my life and stand in the gap for those who have not yet seen the light.

The agony is a component of identification as I have seen both darkness and light, and my heart truly breaks for those who know not what they do. The bible talks about how the Holy Spirit intercedes for us with groanings and utterings that cannot be expressed (Romans 8:26). This is the agony of intercession. It is also the continual crucifixion of self – in dying to myself, the Spirit within me lives to intercede for others.

As an intercessor stands in the gap and lays down his life, a new position of grace is attained, and the authority of the Word is made manifest. In John 12:24, we learn that “if it die, it bring forth much fruit”, so the authority to produce fruit lies in the act of dying. In 2 Corinthians 10:4 and 5, we are given authority to destroy people’s arguments and every proud idea that raises itself against the knowledge of God.

God has shown me the power of intercession. As I crucify myself, identify with and agonise over the abortioneers, I have the authority to tear down the arguments they hold that are in opposition to the Word of God. And in conclusion, I cry out mercy Father! Have mercy on them!

Isaiah 55:7 “Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.”




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Home… the very definition subject to evocative emotion.

Over the last year, I haven’t had a physical home, and God has taught me to make my home wherever I am. Most of the time, I’ve been subject to the authority of a diverse range of people. I’ve had to change my habits, sacrifice my preferences, and adapt over and over again. God has stretched me and chiselled me more than I thought possible, and the masterpiece is nowhere near complete. I am changed, but I am forever open to more refinement; more of my God, less of me. I’ve learnt to follow the cloud at a moment’s notice; I’ve learnt to put all my trust in God when there’s been nowhere to lay my head, but most importantly I’m learning that I carry my Lord’s home inside me. And I’m starting to perceive the faintest glimmer of understanding of what exactly that entails.

I’ve long pondered why my Lord, in all His omnipotence, fails to step in and display His power and might when a situation calls for it (admittedly the very definition of said situation is subject to my human perception!) At times when I’ve had nothing I’ve raged against God for His failure to manifest a bed or a meal or even a few bank notes in my empty wallet. Other times, like more recently with my prayer ministry at the abortion clinic, I’ve raged against my Maker’s perceived inability to put a stop to the slaughter. This is the God who parted the Red Sea, who fed the Israelites in the wilderness for 40 years, who poured water from a rock, and who wrote the law on stone tablets with his own finger! This is the God who brought Jericho to its knees using nothing more than the march and noise of an army; the God who destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, the God who sent His very Son to earth to make atonement for me, for you, for us all. The God who authorised His Son to perform miracles on earth the likes of which we haven’t yet seen again; who raised His Son after death and restored Him to His right hand to make intercession for me, and for you. This is the God who will return on a white horse, who we will spend eternity with…

Does it bear contemplation?

And then I started understanding… It’s all about home. God’s home and my free will.

2 Chronicles 7:14 “If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then I will hear from Heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

There are four provisos attached to the promise that God gives His people in this verse. So, in order for Him to hear us, forgive us our sin and heal our land (or intervene, as I have been crying out), we need to:

  1. Humble ourselves
  2. Pray
  3. Seek His face
  4. Turn from our wicked ways

I became God’s child through a conscience decision. My salvation led me to be called by God’s name. This means He made His home in me. God’s Kingdom is within me. (Luke 17:21 “…God’s Kingdom is here with you.”) So this means that if I want to receive the promise, I need to meet the provisos.

This brings me to what I’ve learnt by praying at the abortion clinic over the last two months:

By humbling myself, praying, seeking His face, turning from my wicked ways, and physically showing up at the clinic in obedience, I have physically brought His Kingdom to the clinic, and that is why He is overturning the strongholds that rule over the abortion clinic. It’s kind of like legal right in reverse.

That’s not to say it isn’t in God’s power to completely annihilate the clinic at the flick of His finger. He can. Absolutely. Without doubt. But His sovereignty, and His holiness, and His justness, demands my obedience. By my act, He is able to work. Same as Jericho – God could have demolished the city with his breath, but He asked Joshua and the Israelites to be obedient to something that felt totally ridiculous. Their presence marching around the city, brought God’s Kingdom there in the physical. And when we physically carry the spiritual into the stronghold, God’s omnipotence is displayed in technicolour!

I’m not saying this is the solution for every problem we encounter, nor is it the perfect strategy for every prayer situation. The key is obedience. When God asks us to do something that feels utterly ridiculous, our obedience is what brings the breakthrough.

In my case, my obedience led to me bringing God’s home into a stronghold that hadn’t experienced the presence of God. This explains the warfare, the demons and the antagonism I’ve encountered over the past two months. And it also explains the hand of God in the breakthrough I experienced last week. The walls have come down in the spiritual realm and my mandate is still to pray it through until the physical walls come down.

Won’t you join with me? Stand up against child sacrifice in our land – South Africa. I’m asking for one hour a month from every willing participant. It means getting in your car before sunrise one morning, and driving to your nearest abortion clinic, and praying with me. It means humbling yourself, praying, seeking God’s face, and turning from your wicked ways. I guarantee that you will see the hand of God. And I guarantee that you will be changed, as I am, for it.

If you feel your Father whispering your name, please do get in touch.

My Father in heaven, as the new week commences tomorrow morning, I ask that you anoint my head with the oil of your Holy Spirit. I ask that your presence surrounds me like a shield. I declare war on the principalities and powers of death. I declare your omnipotence and your eternal victory, oh Ancient of Days! I ask, my Lord, that you guide and lead my prayer and intercession. That your will be done at the clinic, and that your Kingdom come and overtake it, permeate and overflow it! Fill this place with your holiness! I yield every part of me in obedience to your sovereignty. Blessed be your mighty name forever and ever, amen.

Blessed be the name of God forever and ever!


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A reverent end to a ground breaking week!

When I asked my Father what He wants me to write about today, He said nothing. And I am humbled again, and reminded why I started this blog. For YOUR glory Lord! If You don’t sanction my words, then this blog is worthless. John 15:5 “…for apart from Me, you can do nothing.”

My Lord, I humbly worship you.

I honour you.

I lift your name above all other names.

I declare you are my King and Lord.

My life is yours.

Let your will be done in me.

Let your Kingdom come through me.

Daniel 2:21,22 “Blessed be the name of God forever and ever, to whom belong wisdom and might. He changes times and seasons, He removes Kings, and sets up Kings; He gives wisdom to the wise, and knowledge to those who have understanding; He reveals deep and hidden things; He knows what is in the darkness and the light dwells with Him.”

Beautiful earth shattering Creator

What’s that feeling called? The one where you are completely devoid of any expectation? Well, after God’s amazing work yesterday, that’s exactly how I felt when I arrived at the clinic this morning. And as always, just when I think there are no surprises left, God takes me by surprise. He must chuckle at my expressions sometimes…

The peace is pervasive again this morning; the darkness is comforting for a change. There’s something fresh in the air; a new day is dawning. I spend a lot of time in intercession, bleeding for and crying with the lost and the lonely. Precious time. No warfare, just supplication. Beautiful.

I feel like a heavy veil has been lifted, like the lid of a fertile land has been removed, and the rich scent of the red life-giving earth is pouring forth. The soil is ripe for seed, the rain clouds are building on the horizon, and as I breathe this new sensation in, I close my eyes, and the earth shakes. I see the clinic rocking wildly as the earth beneath it splits apart and threatens to engulf it entirely. And I am shaken.

Lord, Lord! What is this?

I know change is in the air. I know You are creating anew. I know Your thoughts are not my thoughts, neither are my ways your ways. I know I am called to obedience, and I yield every fibre of my being to Your perfect will. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I know You are in control, and I worship your omnipotence.
1 John 4:18-19 “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. We love Him because He first loved us.”