Day 3 and I woke up to the sound of rain again at 4:30 this morning but again by 6:00 am the rain had stopped, so I thank the Lord for a dry hour to pray on the sidewalk. Today I picked up the signs from the church before going to the clinic, just in case I was by myself again I didn’t want to be without signs. There was another individual there to pray along side of me during the hour today. We pray individually yet side by side.
Today did not bring any new revelations in terms of the prayers being prayed along with the meditations of Joyful mysteries that were so inspiring to me during our first two days of the campaign. But no mind, not every day is going to be exciting and revelatory. The key, of course is obedience and being faithful to that which God has showed us to do and so I was. I prayed through the Joyful mysteries today as I had yesterday and the day before.
After praying through the rosary this morning I started to look around at the different offices in this particular office park. They are mostly medical offices and one, in particular caught my eye, it was a pediatrician. The sign above the door said – The doctor’s name – Pediatric Care – Complete Care for Kids. It was the “Complete Care for Kids” that got me. I thought how ironic. Here in this office we have doctors and nursing staff who will bend over backwards if necessary to do everything they can to take care of the children who walk through their doors and right behind them in the next row of offices is a doctor and staff who do everything in their power to kill the child who is forced through the door. I feel such sadness when I think about all that goes on within the abortion clinic, particularly with late term abortions. It is nothing more than a greedy money making industry and yet somehow this industry has been able to deceive women into believing that this “choice” is vital to their well-being. But our God is greater and victorious and we will see an end to abortion as He changes one heart at a time!
Before concluding my prayer time this morning I was lead to read Psalm 22. Psalm 22 is usually associated with the crucifixion of our Lord but some of the verses of that I read in the version I read it in almost brought me to tears. My prayer this week was focused on the aborted babies and specifically the babies aborted at the Germantown clinic. However, my prayers were for hope and life for them, prayers about their growing up and being offered to Lord for His service, and growing strong in the knowledge of His word, but today, I heard the cries of those who do not make it the words of Psalm 22. Look at these words from The Message:
God, God . . . my God!
Why did you dump me
miles from nowhere?
Doubled up with pain, I call to God
all the day long. No answer. Nothing.
I keep at it all night, tossing and turning.
And here I am, a nothing—an earthworm,
something to step on, to squash.
Everyone pokes fun at me;
they make faces at me, they shake their heads:
“Let’s see how God handles this one;
since God likes him so much, let him help him!”
I’m a bucket kicked over and spilled,
every joint in my body has been pulled apart.
My heart is a blob
of melted wax in my gut.
I’m dry as a bone,
my tongue black and swollen.
They have laid me out for burial
in the dirt.
Now packs of wild dogs come at me;
thugs gang up on me.
They pin me down hand and foot,
and lock me in a cage—a bag
Of bones in a cage, stared at
by every passerby.
You, God—don’t put off my rescue!
Hurry and help me!
Don’t let them cut my throat;
don’t let those mongrels devour me.
If you don’t show up soon,
I’m done for—gored by the bulls,
meat for the lions.
(verses 1-2, 6-8, 14-17,19-21)