Waste Material, Compassionate Choice and Other Lies of Our Ancient Enemy

[The following is a report from my participation in 40 Days for Life, Days 17 and 18.] Friday was abortion day at Planned Parenthood in Birmingham. On Friday afternoon the truck came to pick up what is (euphemistically, I suppose) called “waste material”. On the side of the truck it says “Protecting People. Reducing Risk.”

Protecting folks and reducing risks. Uh huh.

Ironic, isn’t it? And just a bit sickening. The most defenseless ones of all were certainly not protected and the risk they were in was neither reduced nor even acknowledged. So much for the “compassionate choice.” I’m sure you’ve heard that argument. “It’s compassionate to save a child from possible suffering.” By killing him before he even has a chance to take his first breath outside his mother’s womb? Don’t make me vomit.

Today was a quiet day on the sidewalk. The only person who stopped to talk to me today was someone who seemed familiar at the time, but I couldn’t quite place her. Until later when I remembered the first time we met. She did exactly the same thing to me today that she did that time, during the first 40 Days for Life campaign in which I ever participated back in 2009. She stopped her car in the middle of the street, rolled down her window and said, “I want to ask you a question.” Now this was simply a deception on her part because what she really wanted to do is what she proceeded to do. “Why are you encouraging women to have babies they can’t take care of? There are (blah blah blah, fill in the blank, insert your favorite non-reason here).” And it went downhill from there. She listed the same lame excuses you’ve heard over and over and no matter how many times those excuses are repeated, the repetition of them will not ever make it right to kill a baby. Not ever.

This one got me, though. “Why do you want a baby to come into this world without a daddy? There are so many people in prison now who didn’t have daddies.”

Oh, yeah, I love this one. I replied, “I didn’t have a daddy, or a mommy either. At one time, anyway. I’m adopted and I’m very glad that I’m standing here today to say this to you because someone gave me a chance. And I’m not in prison. I’ve had a wonderful life, thank you very much.”

She went on with her litany, unable to hear or think about what I’d said because she did not want to hear or think. She did not want to ask me a question or hear my answer. She wanted to feel better about some choice she made at some point in her life and she wanted to make me feel useless or worse, even terrible. But it didn’t work. I knew whose voice I was hearing. I knew that the attack was not against me. I’ve learned to recognize the voice that says these things. I’ve learned to recognize his way of acting and thinking. I’m learning what to do when I find myself suddenly face to face with him, and that is to remember that this kind can only be driven out by prayer and fasting (Mark 9:29).

For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood; but against principalities and powers, against the rulers of the world of this darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places.

So I did not argue with her. I did not continue the conversation with her. I told her to have a nice day and then I turned away and picked up where I had left off praying my rosary. Only I  said a special prayer for her and mentioned her (and others like her) at the beginning of the meditation on each Mystery. I don’t want to get into an argument or a yelling match with someone who is under the ancient enemy’s power. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. And I don’t want to give him an opening into my own heart and mind.

But there is one thing I wish I’d thought to tell her before she drove away this time. I wish I had told her that I’m glad she was not my mother. Maybe it’s a good thing that I didn’t think of it until later. But maybe I’ll remember it if I ever see her again.

Peace be with you and keep praying. We are making a difference and our ancient enemy is profoundly disturbed. Thanks be to God!

6 thoughts on “Waste Material, Compassionate Choice and Other Lies of Our Ancient Enemy

  1. SR

    So sorry for mis-read. Will read closer next time:>) The name I give to all of you is not “adversaries” but God’s “Sidewalk Angels.” Remember I said that when attacked. God Bless, SR


    1. No problem, SR. That happens to us all from time to time, doesn’t it? :) We’re at the halfway point in 40 Days for Life now. By the end I’m gonna need a loooooong nap. And possibly, new feet. ;) Peace be with you, SR, and God bless you, too!


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  4. SR

    Hey Disciple,
    My prayers are still with you and those women/girls. What a special grace from God you must have to endure this. I pray His protection and mercy on you. I think you did right myself with this woman also. As far as the truck, puke, puke and more puke is all I can say.

    What the woman said though regarding being adopted and glad she was here to tell you this, and then be for abortion does not make much sense to me. I do not think she realised she very much contradicted herself???? May God keep His hand on all of you, especially those little precious babies. God Bless and thank you what you do for them. SR


    1. I have been blessed beyond measure by God during this Lenten season, that’s for sure, SR. :) Oh, and that was me that said I was adopted and glad to be standing there telling the woman that. Though I don’t think anything I said registered with her.

      As it didn’t register with her the first time she did this same thing. Except her tone in her opening salvo was toned down compared to the first time; that time she was positively spitting venom. This time she started out nice — that fake kind of nice that you just know means trouble as soon as you hear it.

      Hope that clears it up. Thanks for reading and commenting, SR. And thank you for keeping me in your prayers and all of us on the sidewalk, including those who insist on thinking of us as adversaries. But we know who the real adversary is and he is their adversary, too. Keeping you in my prayers also. Peace be with you.


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