Normally at Planned
Parenthood I have to sidewalk counsel. I say “have to” because I don’t actually
like to. I’d much rather everybody leave
me the heck alone so I can focus on praying.
Super saintly, right?
Anyway.
A while back I actually
got to do just that: stand around and pray. Other counselors showed up and
(bless them!) took right over, and I was free to wander at will. So I paced
back and forth, reading my June Magnificat in peace and feeling grateful for the
silence, and the early-morning shade.
Shade. Suddenly it struck
me that nearly all the shade was from the building. That building is so massive
that, in the mornings, nearly the entire street is deep in shadow.
“Though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death…”
How chillingly
appropriate.
But then, so is the next
part: “I will fear no evil, for You are
with me.”
At the time I was
standing beside the employee parking lot entrances, and so I naturally begin
thinking of abortion industry employees…and of all the things their hearts
maybe fear.
Fear seems to be a
hallmark of the abortion industry, even among its own workers. Many former
abortion industry employees mention hearing that if they tried to find work
elsewhere, no-one else would ever hire them, since abortion work was a black
mark on their records. They are frozen in place, convinced they are unable to
leave, sick at the thought of having to stay.
I got back to “focusing”
on the morning prayers, and since it was a Saturday, they were prayers honoring
the Blessed Virgin Mary. The next verse to catch my attention? “Behold, your
Mother.”
St. Josemaria Escriva
wrote a meditation on the Wedding at Cana which I can only describe as
endearing. He talks of our weary, cheerless souls and says to Our Lord: “Your
Mother will by now have said to You, as at Cana, ‘They have no wine!’”
No wine of joy, or
peace. No wine because we refuse to
approach the Vine as the only source capable of quenching our thirst.
My thoughts returned to
the employees – “Lord, they have no wine…” No wine of gladness or love, because
perfect love casts out fear, and in that place, surely they are afraid.
The next part of morning
prayer was the Canticle of Zechariah. I’ve read it many times, but right then,
I was seeing it in a new light. It struck me as the perfect prayer for those
feeling trapped in the abortion industry. When you get a chance, find the whole
thing and read it. Until then, think about the workers as you read this:
“He has come to His
people and set them free…He would save us from the hands of our enemies and the
hands of all who hate us…He promised to show mercy…to set us free from the
hands of our enemies, free to worship Him without fear.”
There’s even a part for
the workers who have already been set free, and who reach out to help the ones
still caught inside:
“You will go before the Lord to prepare His ways,
to give His people knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins.
In the tender compassion of our God
The dawn from on high will break upon us
To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of
death,
And to guide our feet into the way of peace.”
Praying for the workers. It’s important.
Think about it.
Then let that change the way you think of them, treat them,
talk about them. And not just the workers, but the volunteers too. The escorts.
The clients.
There’s already plenty of fear around there. Threatening,
ugliness, condescension…we say we want to change things, but too often we
contribute to the shadows surrounding abortion facilities. The only thing that
casts out fear is love.
Not a flimsy tolerance, but real, strong love. If you’re not
sure what that looks like, a great place to start is turning to Our Lady, and
asking her to go to Jesus and say to Him, “They have no wine!”
Now, as then, we will see He gives only the best to those
who ask. Because when you ask for more love, you’re asking for more of Him. And
that’s really what He has wanted to give you all along.
To learn more about an amazing new ministry formed
especially to help abortion industry workers, click here.
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