I’ve done it before, but never all by myself. Today was a first.
Most people drove by without casting a glance in my
direction, or if they did see me, they acted as if I was invisible. I wasn’t.
But I wasn’t jumping up and down or shouting either. I was easy to miss with my
sign and rosary beads in my gloved hands.
I sat back from the sidewalk so as not to impede foot
traffic. One man jogged by, and several older women strolled by. Many others
simply rushed past. One young woman stood nearby as she waited for the metro
bus. Still, I remained invisible. One lady smiled as she walked her dogs out
for a day in the sunshine after four gray, rainy days. She saw me until she saw
my sign, Pray To End Abortion.
Perhaps I was more visible to younger women, the generation that has marinated in the lie that abortion is simply a woman’s right to control her own body. I fear for this group of women, my daughters’ generation and younger. In my generation, there was a sense that extinguishing an unborn life might be wrong. Abortion was certainly not something to “tweet” about or mention in casual conversation.
If you’ve read this far, perhaps you are thinking: I am
just one person, what can I do? I want to tell you that you can do a whole
lot. You can pray the Rosary and the Divine Mercy Chaplet, spiritual weapons that
make a difference in the battle between good and evil. You can move mountains.
You can be visible. You can pray. You can join your local
40daysforlife campaign.
Can a woman forget her nursing child, or show no compassion
for the child of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. (Is:
49:15, NRSVCE)