Life on the Line
The older woman in the white car, at the McDonald’s drive-through, was so incensed by our line of ten pro-lifer protesters at Planned Parenthood next door that she rolled down her window and started yelling at us. Cars on the busy street raced by the line on the sidewalk, some so angry, like the guy in the Porsche, that they purposefully gunned their motors as they flew by, only to have to stop at the nearby red light.
Upraised middle fingers galore, several thumbs up and honks.
About noon, a 30ish man pulled into the Planned Parenthood lot, brazenly parked by the no parking sign, and began playing loud music. He emerged from the vehicle and stood holding out his hands like some priest, but with middle fingers upraised. Then the confrontation began as he came to stand in front of his black vehicle within a few feet of the sidewalk.
“It’s not human.” “You don’t know your science.” “I’m following the Bible.”
“You don’t know your Bible,” one of our gentlemen disagreed.
“The Bible says exactly word for word how to do an abortion. In the case of infidelity,” was the reply.
On and on. Someone told him she would pray for him. “You can’t do that without my consent. You can’t pray for me unless I consent.” Another argument. Then he yelled,
“Your religion forces women to have babies” and “You don’t help women. You don’t adopt!”
And the obscenities flowed from his mouth.
I turned to my daughter to see her reaction, and saw her holding her dark blue Rosary out and shaking it at him. She was already taking steps toward him.
Veronica has Down Syndrome, the chromosomal anomaly that sends women racing to clinics for abortions because counselors tell them “You don’t want to deal with this.” The feared Down Syndrome with limited intelligence, low skills. That’s what they say. But because of her alleged limitations in this ultra-modern world, she could see plainly what was really standing before her.
Another person then held out a Rosary and the words, “Begone, Satan!” were heard.
The black-clad man went back to his car, cranked up the music and stood again, silently, arms outstretched and middle fingers upraised.
Make no mistake about it, this is a battle not only for life but between good and evil. We need to be engaged.
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