Saturday, October 21, 2006
I have been away for a couple of weeks on business...yes, I do have a job that I need in order to pay for things...like college tuition...actually three college tuitions! I have to admit that I really dislike being away from the sidewalk. I think about what is happening there, and vicariously, I pray with the group at 9:30 AM.
When I came back to the sidewalk, unfortunately, the abortion center was very busy. I arrived just before 9:00 AM and the parking lot was packed. My hear sank. I immediately began talking with the men and women planning to go inside. Most everyone took my CPC referral information, but sadly, no one left the abortion center.
After a short time, a man came out to get something to eat at the party store. I asked him if his wife or girlfriend was inside waiting for an abortion. He said yes, his girlfriend was already being prepped for the abortion.
I asked him to please go inside and get her out. He said that she is determined to do this, and he cannot stop her. I touched his forearm, looked deeply into his eyes, and said, " I am so very sorry for the loss of your son or daughter." He looked directly back into my eyes. His eyes welled up with tears, and they started to stream down his face. My eyes welled up too. He told me that it will never happen again. We can only pray.
I went back to my fellow prayers, and for awhile, I could not speak. I was fighting back more tears. I think that being away from the sidewalk for a little while can be a good thing. Going there so frequently can harden a person. I think it can instill an attitude that the horrific act performed right in front of us is more of a common occurrence than a devestating act on humanity.
I am ready to hit the sidewalk tomorrow morning. I carry two briefcases in my car at all times. One is a soft briefcase containing my lap top and sales materials. Out of this briefcase I sell Lawn & Garden products...for money. The other briefcase is hard, and contains my CPC referral cards, prayer sheets, umbrella, rosaries, gloves, holy water, and pro-life sales materials. Out of this briefcase, I sell life...for God.