I asked the praying man, "are you alone?" "yes" he replied bravely. "Now, you're not," I answered firmly, heading off to park where abortion protesters are allowed.
Soon, the man was joined by five of us, three teenage girls, and my precious seven year old with Down syndrome. We prayed two rosaries for the escorts, the abortionist, and the nurses. but most especially the man, his girlfriend and their children; BOTH of them.
Sometimes saying you are pro-life means putting your money where your mouth is. Getting drenched in the rain when you had other plans. Risking ridicule from your peers, like my daughters did. Arriving late to your destination.
After forty minutes outside the clinic I spied a happy young couple approaching us, arm in arm under an umbrella, they eyes told us they were deeply in love.
They were the 11AM prayer warriors, and my new friend, John, a pro-lifer for three decades, would no longer be outnumbered by the pro-aborts outside.
There's a lesson to be learned by those of us who are old enough to remember when abortion was illegal. It's a happy one; the younger generation, the survivors of Roe v Wade are coming to take the torch of the pro-life movement from our tired grasp.
They are like this young woman who didn't let her studies at Notre Dame make her abort her daughter. She finished both her education and a tour in the Army.
Now she carries her good example to women at a Crisis Pregnancy Center in Charlotte, NC. This good work is supported by Belmont Abbey College.
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2 comments:
Such a hopeful post, Leticia. Thank you!
Great point, Leticia. Thanks for sharing.
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