The congregation was wound up tight. They were (for the most part) in-sync with the speaker. As he shouted about babies being killed, people were vocalizing their discontent right along with him. This continued – soon men were shouting with him about how wrong abortion was… women were crying.
He had the audience in the palm of his hand. It was here in this vulnerable moment that he shouted with dramatic effect:
“What would you do, if an abortionist put a baby on the altar here,” he gestured to the church altar before him, “and raised a knife above the unborn babies heart and drove it…” his words were grinding, loud and angry. He didn’t even finish when men stood up in the congregation to answer him, “We’d KILL HIM!”
They shouted that they would kill such a man. Women and men were all enraged and held in the hands of this speaker. They’d do whatever he wanted, to ensure not another abortion ever occurred.
From my vantage point, I could see most of the congregation below me. Most of them were screaming or crying about how abortion must be stopped. My father and the pastor, however, looked like they were witnessing a crime.