That night while my husband and I were silent praying with our pro–life signs, Derek was approached by a drunk man who kicked the Morgantaler clinic sign. He was swearing so loudly that everybody on the street would turn around to see who it was. So my husband and I quickly stood next to Derek to protect him from this angry man who was using profane words while sharing his story of an abortion that he and his wife had to abort their 4th child. We saw a police car pass by quickly but now slow enough to catch their attention. So we continued to listen to this angry man. It took at least 10 minutes before he would cross the street to McDonald’s. So we decided not to leave any pro-life participant alone in front of the clinic after that.
– Leah and Dan
A week ago, my husband and I took our 4 young children and stood vigil during the lunch hour (part of the St. Augustine parish day – Thurs, March 26). Our kids wanted to know if it was a “policeman” in front of the Morgentaler abortuary. We explained to them that no, the man was a security guard hired by the facility to “protect” them and their clients from ‘aggressive and unruly vigilants’. At their astonished expressions, we
further explained that the facility wanted to imply that pro-lifers are dangerous (even though we are not) – so hiring a security guard would give the public the impression that we are threatening.
As I watched the guard during our hour of prayer, I wondered if he recognized how ludicrous it was for him to be protecting the centre from my 7, 8, 10 and 11 year old. A less ominous crowd is hard to imagine. But at no time did he seem uncomfortable in his position guarding the abortuary. In fact, when a Morgentaler employee came out for her cigarette break, the 2 of them laughed and conversed in a very friendly manner. When it was time for us to leave, our 11 year old daughter asked if she could first go across the street to speak with the guard. My natural inclination was to say “no”, but
we gave our permission and away she went. She spent a few minutes speaking with the guard, then returned to the rest of our family. In the car we asked her what she had said. She commented that she had asked the guard to pray for an end to abortion. He told her that he couldn’t while he was working. So she asked him if he would pray when he got home. He assured her that he would “do his part”.
I wondered at the time what he really felt about this. I figured there was a small chance that he was telling her the truth and that he really would pray when he got home. I believed it much more likely, however, that he was merely giving her some trite little response to get her to leave him alone. But I have been thinking of this continually over the last week and I keep coming back to it. The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that there is no way that short conversation did not make an impression on him. Surely this big, strong, virile man, hired to “protect” the abortuary, must keep
replaying in his mind how an 11-year old child petitioned him to help save the unborn.
Has he replayed that conversation and wondered at the simple sincerity of a child? Was he affected, maybe even impressed, by the conviction of a child, the self-confidence to cross the street and politely entreat his help in her mission? And over this past week, has he looked into the faces of some of the clients and realized that they are only just a few years older than our daughter? And has this caused him discomfort? My husband and I are proud of our daughter. She was not self-conscious nor timid, but firm in her belief that she stands for the Truth. And maybe, perhaps, she caused someone to think twice and re-evaluate their stance. The innocence of children may be what ends up causing little chinks in the dam that eventually weaken it, and cause the floodgates of Truth to flow through!
By the way – there was a different security guard working there today. Maybe it is a change of shift? But we’d like to believe instead that our friend from last Thursday is thinking long and hard about what he was being paid to protect…..
Cynthia & Scott
I arrived at Ground zero Wednesday, April 1st, for the 1-3pm. shift. I was late but not dismayed to find some very hearty Faithful , standing and sitting praying. It was a cold, windy, and rainy day, and had an air of what could be perceived as God’s tears and also His Healing rain, as I often think . A sign that He is purifying the area, one Prayer at a time, and ALL of the far outreaching impact the Vigil participants everywhere are having on this culture of death, and are bringing new life to God’ army of Truth.
I saw two beautiful pigeons (doves, if you like), fly over to the second window sill of the clinic , high on the third floor. They stayed there for a couple of minutes, and I thought of Jesus sending us a sign through His birds, which He often does, and it made me feel reassssured to remember that He is with His children up there and their Mothers too, as they and all the people up there , are so in need of our ardent prayer.
I remembered, that at the last vigil asI gazedup at said window, whilst I was praying I saw a Cross in the window. It remained there for the whole time I was there that afternoon.
I stayed and prayed and, again met two very beautiful ladies of Faith, who I remarked to, “You are truly women of God”, as they not being young, had such ardent zeal, that inspired me , and were so humble and matter of fact about standing in the pouring rain for hours,
“because it was an extra penance.”
Even as the afternoon wore on to after 3o’clock, and we all were soaked but not drowned, and one of their husbands’ came to get them did they accept his offer. No, they were going to stay, till the next vigil committed person showed up.
Finally, someone did, and I had to leave, at that point, but when I left, these two dear Faithful, Mary and Miriam? were still there.with Elaine.
God Bless such fervor. Thank You Lord.
I was at the vigil site on Wednesday morning, and as I prayed with my head down, looking at the sidewalk, I noticed a few drops on the sidewalk – a gentle rain had begun to fall. I suddenly had a sense that the drops of rain were like God’s tears, like that one moving moment in the film “The Passion of the Christ” where a single drop falls from heaven. I thought of God crying over the death of His precious children. There were about eight of us praying, all from different churches, and suddenly the sun began to shine. The rain on the sidewalk dried quickly. I sensed that our prayers were drying God’s tears, and consoling His heart.The psalms of the daily Mass and morning prayer this past week have spoken to my heart about the unborn and those of us who pray for them. Even though the psalms point to Jesus’ suffering, I see a connection between the Passion of Jesus and the passion of these souls, as reflected in these psalms. As Monsignor Reilly of the Helpers of God’s Precious Infants in Brooklyn says, the abortion clinics are Calvary, where innocent blood is being shed. Just read these lines, and think how they relate to the plight of the unborn –
“O Lord, listen to my prayer and let my cry for help reach you. Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear towards me and answer me quickly when I call. For my days are vanishing like smoke, my bones burn away like a fire. My heart is withered like the grass. I cry with all my strength and my skin clings to my bones. My days are like a passing shadow and I wither away like the grass. The nations shall fear the name of the Lord and all the earth’s kings your glory, when the Lord shall build up Zion again and appear in all his glory. They he will turn to the prayers of the helpless; he will not despise their prayers. Let this be written for ages to come that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord; for the Lord leaned down from his sanctuary on high. He looked down from heaven to the earth that he might hear the groans of the prisoners and free those condemned to die.” (Psalm 102)
“Guard me as the apple of your eye. Hide me in the shadow of your wings from the violent attack of the wicked. My foes encircle me with deadly intent. Their hearts tight shut, their mouths speak proudly. They advance against me, and now they surround me. Their eyes are watching to strike me to the ground as though they were lions ready to claw or like some young lion crouched in hiding. Lord, arise, confront them, strike them down! Let your sword rescue my soul from the wicked; let your hand, O Lord, rescue me from men, from men whose reward is in this present life.” (Psalm 17)
“Lord God, I take refuge in you. From my pursuer save me and rescue me, lest he tear me to pieces like a lion and drag me off with no one to rescue me. Give judgment for me, Lord; I am just and innocent of heart. Put an end to the evil of the wicked! Make the just stand firm, you who test mind and heart, O just God! God is the shield that protects me, who saves the upright of heart. God is a just judge slow to anger; but he threatens the wicked every day, men who will not repent.” (Psalm 7)
“My God, my rock of refuge, my shield, the horn of my salvation, my stronghold! Praised be the Lord, I exclaim, and I am safe from my enemies. The breakers of death surged round about me, the destroying floods overwhelmed me; The cords of the nether world enmeshed me, the snares of death overtook me. In my distress I called upon the Lord and cried out to my God; From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears.” (Psalm 18)
The Lord hears our prayers for His precious children and for their mothers and fathers. The souls of the aborted babies are with God now, and they are not alone as we pray for them at Ground Zero. As we move forward to Easter, let us rejoice in Christ’s victory over death.