Profile: Bryan Logan
My odyssey from being a passive pro-life Christian to becoming an activist in the battle for life began this past January. My wife and I were always firmly pro-life, both in our attitude about the sanctity of unborn human life and toward openness to life in our marriage. We practiced Natural Family Planning and always ended our night prayers asking for an end to legalized abortion and a renewed respect in our culture for the sacredness of life from the moment of conception until natural death. I stayed abreast of all the current pro-life activities, both in the state and nationally, and even donated regularly to the cause. However, I believed I myself couldn’t make any real impact against abortion until the current legal situation was changed.
I was attending the Sunday evening youth Mass at St. Richard Church in late January and was on my knees praying after Communion, asking God to show me what He wanted of me during the upcoming Lenten season. I always try to do something challenging during Lent. I also prayed my usual end to abortion and respect for life prayer. At that moment, it was as if God tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Are you just going to keep praying about this, or are you going to do something about it?”
I looked up and saw Roy and Beverly McMillan going to communion. Roy was wearing one of his “Abortion is Homicide” sweat shirts. Boy, what a sign that was! I was very familiar with the McMillan’s pro-life work, and I knew what I was supposed to do for Lent.
After Mass, I spoke with Roy and Beverly. I told Roy that I wanted to be active in fighting abortion like he was. I don’t think he took me seriously at first because he thought I was a high school student. He didn’t realize that I was 30 years old, married for six years, and the father of two children. Roy sent me information in the mail and met me at the abortion mill the following Saturday to observe him in action. Afterwards I sidewalk counseled every day the mill was open for the next 40 days.
I rescued 11 children during that 40 days of Lent!!! It was definitely more difficult than giving up TV for 40 days, but infinitely more rewarding. Of course, not every day had a happy ending. One day in particular stands out in my mind. It was a Saturday, March 1, my 31st birthday. It was an abortion day, and no hearts were changed. I stopped counting after 35 abortion-bound mothers went into the mill. I stood in the street and wept. Where were all the Christians? Where were all the pastors? This ministry can seem overwhelming at times.
By the grace of God, however, I have been able to continue sidewalk counseling every Tuesday and Thursday morning before work. My boss has generously allowed me to alter my schedule to accommodate this. Last Thursday I rescued my 21st, 22nd and 23rd child from abortion – 3 in one morning! The first “save” was a young African American couple that listened to my plea to let their baby live, and save themselves the pain they would experience every year on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. They trusted me enough to follow me to the Center for Pregnancy Choices where we hugged and exchanged phone numbers. The second “save” involved a young woman pregnant with twins, who came to the mill with her mother. I was able to convince the mother that she would be killing two beautiful grandchildren and harming her daughter’s well-being if she went through with the abortion. I asked her to trust God, we hugged and exchanged phone numbers and they left.
I now know that one person can make a difference just by going out to the abortion mill two hours before work two days a week. I am starting to hear from the parents of the children I was able to rescue earlier in the year. Every week or two I get a phone call from one of these young women telling me that they are in the hospital and have just delivered a beautiful little boy or girl, or that they just had an ultrasound and found out they were having a little boy or girl, thanks to me.
I now consider myself an active pro-life Christian in the battle to end abortion in Mississippi. No laws had to be changed for me to go out to where I know babies are being killed, to where God’s will is for me to smile, pray, and rescue one life at a time.