As you probably know, the 40 Days for Life fall campaign began on Wednesday! I went to Dr. Emily's this morning, as I have been on Saturdays for the last 6 weeks or so. Around 9 am, three Fordham students arrived. They joined myself and Mary, a woman who is always there on Saturday mornings, for a rosary. A group of Spanish-speakers had already begun a rosary at the other end of the gate, and soon we had more than ten individuals sending prayers up to the Blessed Virgin. And that was just at the back of the building! As we got to the middle of a decade, we heard the other group singing Ave Maria. As we finished our decade, we did the same. We continued this for the entire Rosary.
Eventually, another small group came around back and began another rosary! Each time more people arrived, the "escorts" (I like to call them deathscorts) got more and more agitated. First they were putting up their little signs saying "Keep Abortion Legal" and were taking pictures of us and looking very annoyed. However, as our soft strains of Ave Maria continued to surround them, they really didn't know what to do with themselves. Nothing they did could provoke us, and that bothered them more than anything.
I often imagine a little bubble of evil and Satan surrounding Dr. Emily's. When I am there alone or only with one or two other people, it seems almost impenetrable, this invisible wall of death. When there are more prolifers there, I can see and feel that wall shake just a little, maybe a little mortar falls from a crack, or a tiny chink appears in what was, just the day before, so solid.
Eventually, another small group came around back and began another rosary! Each time more people arrived, the "escorts" (I like to call them deathscorts) got more and more agitated. First they were putting up their little signs saying "Keep Abortion Legal" and were taking pictures of us and looking very annoyed. However, as our soft strains of Ave Maria continued to surround them, they really didn't know what to do with themselves. Nothing they did could provoke us, and that bothered them more than anything.
I often imagine a little bubble of evil and Satan surrounding Dr. Emily's. When I am there alone or only with one or two other people, it seems almost impenetrable, this invisible wall of death. When there are more prolifers there, I can see and feel that wall shake just a little, maybe a little mortar falls from a crack, or a tiny chink appears in what was, just the day before, so solid.
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