I had a great time at the vigil today! It rained, that is true…but I had my trusty rain poncho on. It’s left over from our Maid of the Mist voyage, two years ago…so it’s not the most fashionable garment…but it did the trick. The beauty of today was getting to meet so many wonderful people from Mother of Sorrows parish in Murrysville. They really had their day organized…with shifts coming and going all day! I heard from our later shift manager, Dee, that our second church, Emmanuel Christian Church also had a nice group there…eight of them, including the pastor and the associate pastor! I just love the fact that we have had so many pastors and priests at our vigil this time! I bet we have our enemy shaking in his little space boots right now.
Anyway, just to recap a couple notable things that happened this morning. One was rather unpleasant. A man decided to harass us for about 40 straight minutes. He simply wouldn’t leave. He was up in our faces, spit flying everywhere from his mouth. It was gross. It seems that he is very offended when anyone tries to talk about God to him. He is an atheist, was raised by atheist parents, and thinks the whole idea of a God is ridicules. It was interesting to me that his argument had not much to do with abortion, but centered around God. And who says this is a political battle? This is a spiritual battle, first and foremost! So, during his ravings, we continued to pray together….read scripture…even sing. He eventually left.
Another noteworthy happening was this; the “Medical Waste” truck pulled up to the abortion clinic…I am sure you can figure out what they came to pick up. It was very disturbing, looking at that truck, imagining the precious, one-of-a-kind masterpieces that God was creating and had good plans for…now being disposed of as “medical waste”. While the truck driver was inside the clinic picking up the “waste”, Mary Jean had the idea to walk around the truck seven times, while saying “Jesus is Lord” to ourselves. I said, “Sure!” So Mary Jean, Jerry and I walked around the truck praying….we only made it 6 times before the driver was back in his seat, starting the truck to pull out. I wonder what he thought as he was watching us encircling his truck? I wonder if that gave him pause to reflect on what he is really picking up in that abortion clinic? Or maybe he just thought we were crazy.
I hope the group that was there during the thunderstorm was able to find shelter. I haven’t heard from anyone yet!
Here are some photos from this morning:
Jerry, Mary Jean, Dave, Jerry and Tom
Glenda and Megan
Jim and Frank