Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Sidewalk Battles of the Ages (or, Someone Else Is As Crazy As We Are!)

Every Wednesday morning since November, my friend Alexis and I have grabbed up our "I Am a Child, Not a Choice" picket signs and gone a-trudging. Yes, we live in Canada; yes, it's freezing and often snowy and icy out there; and yes, we go so early that it's still dark when we get out there. But every time we do it, we're blessed.

I did an image search on "abortion" this morning; not a pleasant experience unless you enjoy gruesome. But I found this. Makes it all worth it, eh?

This morning when we were about halfway through our lonely march, we saw a woman coming toward us holding a handmade sign. Our hearts didn't exactly leap, but they fluttered. We squinted into the wind, trying to make out the words. Did it say "Yard Sale"? Or could it really be... it was! It said "Abortion Stops a Beating Heart." We had a compatriot. She had seen us out marching the week before and decided to join us.

We were joking about it later. When we couldn't read her sign initially, we wondered if perhaps we had a counter-protester. Can't you just see it? The two of us walking one direction, this woman walking the other; passing in the middle; probably praying that each other's signs will burst into flame. In a way, though, that's what we're doing every time we get out there. We're speaking out in the battle for our culture. Every person who drives past us sees our message. It may confirm or contradict their own beliefs, or perhaps it just gives pause to the undecided.

We pray every week that God will change the hearts in this nation. I want my generation to learn to value life again. It really is a battle. Join us if you can... our culture needs you.


Blogger Useless Man said...

I admire the courage it takes to make a stand. Thanks for sharing.

11:45 a.m.  
Anonymous thinkoffthefat said...

I heard the baby makes a screaming cry during an abortion. If people can kill their babies and children that are in their lives and in their faces what sense of morality lingers for an unseen child to even be born? I've been praying for God's will. Bless you.

10:37 p.m.  

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