It's 7:30 on a Saturday morning. The temperature is at 15 degrees. I am standing outside of an abortion clinic in the South Bronx wearing the warmest clothes that I have, on top of the 2nd warmest clothes that I have. My toes and hands are still numb, literally.
My physical state is the least of my concerns. My concerns at this point have nothing to do with a temporary pain that will subside in a matter of minutes. My concerns at this point have everything to do with a choice. A choice made by each of these women I see walk into the clinic. A choice that starts evil, and stays evil. Unlike my freezing cold body, this choice will not subside in a matter of minutes. It will take it's toll not only in our generation, but the next 5 or 10 at least.
Listen up.The choice these women make everyday to abort their child is an evil. An evil that must be stopped. Which is why I was standing here at 7:30 in the morning, handing out literature that showed these women what they are doing. Other literature that had a list of places they could call and seek other options other than abortion. Passing these out while also attempting to talk to these women. Many of them did not even acknowledge my existance. Which is understandable. Which supports even more of the fact that they know it's wrong what they are doing. They ignore the truth.
All of a sudden, I see a group of monks walking towards me. They stop and stand on the curb right outside of the abortion clinic with me, and pray. It was then that affirmation overwhelmed me. Their support meant more than a million dollars. It was then that it occured to me: we need to support each other during this continuing massacre. We need to encourage and affirm one another while also praying like these monks. Because standing there passing out articles of literature is not going to be adequate enough. These women need spiritual reinforcement. Figure out what it is that you need to do to get your part done. Do it. No questions asked. Just do it.