Children Against Abortion, Pornography, and Molestation supports children and teens who are victims of rape and molestation. All victims are provided with temporary shelter and counseling services. Our rescue efforts involve working with juvenile and adult criminal and/or family court systems throughout America. Our challenge is to dutifully answer three questions; "What can we do to restore the joy to a young teen mom who was pressured to abort her baby?” “How do we instill the correct appreciation of women to a young teen boy who has been ruined by the lure of pornography?” “How can we muster up hope that tomorrow will be a better day for a young girl or boy shattered by the hands of a rapist and/or a child molester?"

Our mission and vision is to educate the world about the value of a child. We carry out our mission by providing temporary shelter and counseling services, speaking at church and/or social events, and researching the causes of child molestation and rape. We also reach the public by creating and co-producing television commercials,

Running this organization has made me feel lonely and sad. I pride myself in not being able to show any of my emotions. I travel across America to rescue teens (who have been raped or sexually assaulted) and placing them into temporary shelters. Some of the teens go back to the men who have raped them. Some of the teens attempt to kill themselves to erase the torture they have experienced. Most of the teens have deep psychological scars and have been prescribed psych. drugs and will need years of counseling just to get over their shock, PTSD, and anxiety. What’s worse is seeing young girls and boys (as young as five or six) who have been molested by their biological or step father(s). Every time I visit these young girls or boys, I feel sad and depressed, but I never cry. When I enter a victim’s home to remove and bring her (or him) to a temporary shelter, I never cry. When victims kill themselves and I attend their funerals, I never cry. When the victims run away from their shelters to go back to the monsters that have raped them--and are killed after returning to them, I never cry. When I sit alone in an airport, after a foiled attempt to rescue a victim, I never cry. But after I come home to reflect what has happened to me, I cry. I weep. At times, I don’t know what is happening to me. The years I’ve spent rescuing and counseling victims, and/or attending funerals and court hearings have hardened my heart and deadened my soul. No one is willing to pull me away from my profession. (And I hope no one will.)

I feel that half of the victims hate the fact that they have been rescued. Though they have lived in households where someone has violated them, in one form or another, this is the only household they know. This is their ‘normal’. A lot of the victims threaten me. Some have physically hit me. Most of them lash out at me out of anger. Only a few understand the limits that they had to overcome and are willing to commit to a changed lifestyle.

To support the confidentiality of victims, we keep the location of the temporary shelters hidden and private. We always try to select locations where neighbors don’t mind being next to a group home shelter.