|Only for stock photo purposes. “The stillness of 4AM” from my Instagram.
The alarm goes off. 2:45AM. Mad rush to shower, pack lunch, and make coffee. Out the door by 3:15AM. Travel 45 minutes. Easy drive because there’s no traffic. I get there, and there’s no one really around save for the lone gentleman who I’m replacing. 4AM. Minutes later, my colleagues arrive.
After some small talk, we begin what we’re there for–we pray. At the very least, we join together in praying a Rosary, but much of our hour is spent in silence and personal prayer time. At 5AM, the next group of people show up, and we exchange greetings for this “changing of the guard.”
The nice consolation for getting up so freakin’ early in the morning and praying at an abortion clinic from 4AM to 5AM on a weekly basis for 6 weeks last fall was that I got to go to breakfast with the other men that I shared the 4AM hour with. IHOP and Einstein Bros. are delicious at 5AM.
Yes, I did this weekly for six weeks, once a week. I actually got to do 40 Days for Life
again this past fall, and that was nice because I wasn’t able to back in 2013. I actually freely and willingly chose to have my hour at 4AM because one of the men I shared that hour with is a coworker and friend, and he normally does that hour for 40 Days for Life. And we could squeeze this in before work.
But as I stood there outside of Everyone’s Favorite Name Brand of “Women’s Health”™
praying and thinking, I had one particular thought that occupied my brain each time I went: they aren’t here
. I mean, yeah, at 4AM the clinic is definitely not open
because it is way before business hours, but even then… they aren’t here
In fact, in all my experience of praying in front of abortion clinics, they are hardly ever around. Sometimes they have escorts in the parking lot helping clients into the building, but even then I begin to wonder why they are hardly there. One particular morning, I saw a little opossum. It was adorable. But even that opossum was present. But they were not.
Some mornings for this past 40 Days for Life, being the fall, were really cold. Here I am standing out in the cold when the clinic is closed at 4AM in the morning, and they’re not there.
|From my camera, March for Life 2014 in Washington, D.C.
In other words…why do we do many things and actually do stuff, but they do not?
I guess that’s a very superficial reason why I’m not a pro-abortion advocate. They don’t do anything adventurous.