Last winter, I attended an art school in downtown Seattle. I was taking courses in Fashion Design. I seemed to “blend in” with my attire even though I was the oldest (32 yrs old) in the class. A designer recognizes another designer.

One morning in speech class, I noticed a young girl, approximately 18 years-old, dressed in full black, black-dyed hair, and a jacket that had a noticeable patch on it with the following statement, “My name is Satan.”

This young girl caught my attention, and she leaned over to me and said,

“Hey, you! See that guy with the blue sweater in the front row?”

I said, “Yes”.

She said, “He’s a Christian, and he doesn’t like me because my jacket says ‘My name is Satan.'”

I looked back at her and said, “Listen, God is looking at your heart, not your jacket, so you can wear what you want.”

You can imagine the look of shock that was upon her face. She later wept as I stood before that entire class of “Satanists” and gave my first speech about how God prevented me from having an abortion when I was 22. I told them that we all have a choice to choose life or death EVERYDAY. Life to a dream or death to a dream. Life to an unborn child or death to an unborn child. Life eternal from God through His Son, Jesus, or death through suicide, overdose, hatred.

I looked at that young girl and watched the tears stream down her face, thanking God for His unconditional love that reaches out to the most wounded of souls everyday, beckoning them to choose LIFE.

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