It was a weekend of contrasts. On Friday I lowered into the ground a casket containing the bodies of seven aborted children. On Saturday, after another rough vigil at the abortuary, I attended the baptism of Eduardo Ramirez, one of the children rescued from the abortion mill. At the baptism we met [...]

Three trips into Detroit this week. On Tuesday we delivered a couple of beds for Rocio’s children, then took groceries to Lucy. Lucy’s husband left her a few months ago. She used to keep such a neat, clean apartment. She and her boys have been forced to move into a small [...]

It was a slow week for the abortion mill. Not slow enough, though. The clients remain very stern, unresponsive–though on Saturday it seemed there might be a break in that pattern. Two young women sitting in their car prior to the clinic’s opening called me over to talk to them. They [...]

I can’t remember a more grim day than the one we experienced yesterday. By 7:50 the parking lot of the abortuary was full. Clients and boyfriends sat in their cars, engines idling, music playing. Only one would take any of our material. At the end of the parking lot, close to [...]