After the Bank Street Prayer vigil with the Black Madonna, I ventured home to clear up a few things. Around 2PM, my family and I headed down to St. Pat’s where the Icon was being venerated. People lined up to pray in front of it and touch it. My family and I got in line and when it was our turn, we knelt down, prayed, and touched it.
It was a powerful moment for me, personally. I could feel the consolation and healing inside….almost like spiritual electricity…if only for an instant. As I put my hand on the Blessed Mother shoulder, I happened to glance up and look directly into her eyes, and I got a very sobering message that just kind of leaped out at me…almost like a rebuke.
“Don’t you quit.”
I was pretty taken aback. Me quit? What’s with that? Maybe she knows something I don’t. Anyhow, maybe that’s a message I’m supposed to convey to everyone in the pro-life movement. Never quit fighting for the unborn, for marriage, for the family.
Never. Never. Never. Never.
You know what I think? I think the Devil doesn’t have much in his hand, and perhaps it’s time for us to call his bluff.