Top 3 ways people try to justify abortion when they talk to me

Even though there is no way to justify the direct and intentional killing, the murder, of an innocent human being—particularly if said innocent human being is also a tiny defenseless helpless guiltless innocent preborn human being—that doesn’t stop countless numbers of people from trying to do exactly that. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had this conversation with somebody I’ve just met, somebody who has gone out of his or her way to start a conversation with me in a book store or coffee shop, or yell at me from across the street, or badger me on the sidewalk, or even run his car in front of me to within inches of my unprotected body, all in an effort to dissuade me of what I know to be true, and what they must know to be true, too, in their heart of hearts. That direct intentional and deliberate abortion is murder and that murder is wrong, reprehensible and evil. And cannot, never can be and never has been justified. Not ever. Never. Period. Continue reading “Top 3 ways people try to justify abortion when they talk to me”

Murder is still murder, no matter how many scenarios you dream up

I was walking down the sidewalk, Rosary in hand as I prayed the Sorrowful Mysteries, my lips moving silently under the piece of red duct tape covering my mouth—my show of solidarity with people all over the country on this day of silence to promote the Culture of Life and help end the culture of death. There were six of us today, praying outside the abortion mill. I had just reached the driveway entrance into the abortion mill parking lot and had turned and headed back down the sidewalk, deep in meditation, when I heard several sets of footsteps behind me. Then a young boy’s voice said, “Excuse me!” He didn’t yell, but the sound wasn’t gentle either, more of a challenge than merely trying to get my attention. After a moment, I realized he was speaking to me—I was the only member of the vigil at that end of the sidewalk. I slowly lifted my eyes and peeled the tape off my mouth and smiled at him. Continue reading “Murder is still murder, no matter how many scenarios you dream up”