It’s 2:30 A.M. and sleep isn’t coming anytime soon. It’s usually God’s way of saying that He’d like to have a chat. I’ve grown to crave solitude, to sit in silent stillness and wait on the Lord, to be still and know that He is God.
It’s been a rough week with the NY City Council. Developments don’t look good regarding passage of the bill that will restrict CPC’s, and unlike any time before, I’m feeling the weight of the implications.
EMC has saved some 3,000 babies this year. If this bill passes and becomes law, will there be far fewer at this time next year? Have we missed doing something? Have we missed some strategic move that escapes our notice? What haven’t I read, or written? The questions tumble over one another in a ceaseless onslaught.
It’s tough to see the weight on Chris Slattery, to hear it from other CPC directors. It’s the simple, brutal calculus of war. Victory for the other side means more casualties on ours, yet my study of the history of war reveals that the worst happens right before the end. That’s when the carnage tends to be greatest.
Paradoxically, we are winning this war. 60% of Millenials and Gen Xers in a January Marist poll this year identify as pro-life. Hence, the increased efforts to shut down CPC’s, the increased bloodshed. The greatest weapon is the 4D sonogram and embryoscopy. The images scream the truth. This one 3 minute video says more than all the velvet-tongued professors of science combined:
With all of that said, it’s just time for peacefulness, for waiting on the Lord, for praying for those who oppose us-who are in the grip of evil, for asking forgiveness for sometimes despising them when I should be praying for their deliverance. It’s a time to just give it all to the Father…