Then we prayed the joyful mysteries. after each decade Fr Tom said some prayer thanking Jesus Mary and Joseph for protecting unborn children and we sang a little Marian antiphon.
I cried.
Then we were done and I had to run off in several directions, but I saw him again at Church. I went to Mass (and yet another Rosary -- I love the Rosary, it is my lifeline to IHS) and the parish was also laying on a little outdoor hotdogs and hamboogers for the Life people (later there would be a class on sidewalk counseling, but the kind of person who wants to ask, "So tell me: do YOU think soul is to body as burning is to fire?" is not really cut out for that stuff.)
In that connection, I was unarmed, but all my usual kit was in a bag inside my knapsack instead of hanging off my belt.
It was really cool that about half a mile before I got to the abortuary I passed one of my favorite Deputies, so I thought the little exchange we had might have contributed to our not getting any LEO harassment.
Anyway, God is so GOOD! He lets us help, and when we help a teeny bit, He overwhelms us with blessings.
Non-Christians are missing the best deal in the universe! We have to let them know!
Uh oh. There goes the blasé, nineties kind of guy schtick .....
Woohoo, a metaconcept! I love seeing the big picture!
Oh, the catz are back, and they left the screen door open again. Seeya.