Down at the prayer vigil outside the abortion mill we had a banner we used to hang between two trees. One of the abortion mill staff used to park her van in front of it. (I guess trying to cover up the truth comes naturally to some folks.) One Sunday it rained all day and the last prayer vigil-er apparently didn’t take down the banner when he or she left. The next day the banner was gone. Someone cut it down and took it. Those things aren’t cheap either. Well, someone bought us a new one and I think I like it even better than the official 40 Days for Life one we had (although, I liked it too). (Photos below.)
Needless to say, the clinic staff like this banner even less than the other one. They still try to park in front of it, but we just move it to another spot. We’ve got other signs anyway. Can’t cover ’em all up, and can’t cover up all of us walking up and down the sidewalk, holding signs and praying. Speaking of signs and sidewalks, someone also wrote some chalk messages. (See photo below.)
I’ll upload some more later. It’s getting late and I’m headed home to read my new books. (The last three I had ordered arrived today: the one on natural law, and two by Bishop Sheen.) And I’ve got oodles of laundry to do because my friend (my former atheist friend, the one I sponsored in the RCIA, who was received into the Church a few weeks ago) and I are headed to the Benedictine abbey early in the morning to attend Mass there and hear the monks and their beautiful Gregorian chant; and visit their newly remodeled Catholic bookstore. And have lunch somewhere.
Sundays are my favorite days. :) See you later. Peace be with you.