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A public service announcement: Go See The Drop Box Today!

The documentary movie, The Drop Box, is out in theaters today for three days only; March 3, 4th and 5th.  I will not detract from this beautiful film by filling this post with many words.  I will simply implore you to see it.  The film is about Pastor Lee, who built a drop box for women to leave unwanted children.  Take a moment to watch this trailer.


                                                 Pete and I were blessed to see it in a special screening a month ago.  It is, truly, the most pro-life film I have seen and the Gospel message rings loud and clear through the life of Pastor Lee and the children whom he and his wife care for.  We brought Felicity with us, mainly because we still do not both leave her yet.  I cannot tell you how emotional it was, sitting in the auditorium, watching the movie; hearing the bell ring, and watching as Pastor Lee ran to the box to get a baby out, all while I held our daughter, who was abandoned and found.  There were moments during the film, that I wanted to step out of the auditorium so that I could sob (I am really not exaggerating).  The story is that touching and beautiful.


We were also beyond blessed to meet Pastor Lee that night.  Meeting him was, to me, like how I imagine I would feel meeting Mother Teresa.  I wanted to thank him for saving our daughter.  No, he did not really save her, but someone just like him did.  Someone who saw the value in the life of a little newborn wrapped up on a cold March day on the side walk in a city in China.  And I firmly believe that this movie, Pastor Lee's story has the power to convert hearts.  For so many to know that every life counts.

This movie,this story, deserves our time, attention, and our $10 to go see it.  Please consider going.  And when you do . . . . bring tissues.  Lots and lots of tissues.

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