I went to confession and Mass yesterday as part of First Friday—Sacred Heart devotions. Afterward I went to lunch—and remembered to eat a fish sandwich! Yay! (I try to abstain from meat on Fridays, even outside of Lent. Sadly, I’ve been known to forget. Like last night at supper time. Sigh.) I still haven’t signed up for specific prayer times at 40 Days for Life, but I have been praying at home and before, during, and after Mass for the cause. I also belong to a weekly pro-life prayer group, but yesterday I felt the need to do more. So I got in the car and drove to the only two remaining abortion clinics in town to look for the prayer vigil.
I found the 40 Days for Life folks praying on the sidewalk in front of the smaller of the two clinics.* No one heckled us directly while I was there, but before I got there, there was some interaction. Seems that some of the pro-life folks had brought their children with them and one of them had written on the sidewalk with some chalk. One of the staff came out and made quite the show of washing it off, I’m told. I guess they’re not happy with snuffing out lives, they’ve got to eradicate any sign that children were even anywhere near the place. Oy.
And get this. 40 Days for Life had signs up and a banner tied between two trees, off the clinic’s property where they can’t control such things. But the director parked her van in front of the banner. You could still see it so I’m not sure what she accomplished. We also can’t touch their brick wall while we’re praying. Nope, can’t lean against it when your feet or legs or back start hurting. Can’t do it. They will sprint out there and tell you so. I saw them peeking through the blinds at us several times. I guess they were afraid we were leaning again, but we weren’t. I reminded everyone who got anywhere near it not to lean.
Zer shall be no leaning on ze vall! Ve haf vays of makingk you not lean, you know! Good grief.
But there were no other incidences that I heard of. And nothing while I was there. Unfortunately, the same isn’t true for those in some other towns. Take a look at this brief video and you’ll see what I mean. Off camera there are people chanting Hey, Ho, 40 Days has got to go! and it doesn’t bother them one bit that they’re being obnoxious while other people, including sisters in their habits, are praying the Rosary. Nope, doesn’t bother ’em at all.
Like master, like follower, I suppose. Satan always tries very hard to drown out the voice of the One he hates with every fiber of his being.
And that’s why, during one of these prayer vigils, we who follow a very different Lord must respond in a very different manner. By responding with love and prayer, and not with words of argument or acts of retaliation at all.
*The large one has a bubble around it, a radius within which we are not allowed. I’ve prayed across the street from that one before, I’m not sure why no one was there this time. There used to be two others at the same intersection. Both of those are gone now. May the Good Lord triumph over this one too and soon!