I looked out of the window Friday morning, the second day of Christmas, and saw a world of ice. The dirt road on which I live was completely sheeted. Seeing that, and thinking it unlikely that the abortion mill would be open the day after Christmas, I stayed home. Saturday I learned that I had been wrong. Three appointments had gone in on Friday; fortunately, though, other Partners had been there. On Saturday was one appointment.
Later that day I telephoned a woman that we had met at the abortuary the week before. I needed to discuss insurance issues with her and getting her baby to her first doctor’s appointment. At the close of the conversation she thanked us for having been there when she first entered the abortuary. “Not many people are willing to help anyone,” she said. She asked me specifically to thank Patrick, the one who talked to her at the door just before the abortuary opened.
Meanwhile, the work of the Partners has come much closer to home. One of the most recent additions to our list of moms is a young lady who lives right in South Lyon. Courageously she has withstood the pressure from all her family members–parents, cousins, an uncle–who have advised her and/or ordered her to abort the child. The mentioned uncle is a deacon.
In your prayers remember her and all the recent additions to the Guadalupe family: Regina, Shatonia, Norma, Jackie.
