Monday morning we all woke up at the hotel and had some Texas shaped waffles and talked to a guy for a while in the breakfast room, and then cheerily walked out to our cars. Richy’s voice was still gone, so we weren’t planning to lead worship at the Catholic Charismatic Center (meeting place), but we were still trying to be there a little early.
I went and spread the word to the other cars and we all came and stood around kinda helplessly, making lists and trying to remember what had not been in the Tahoe. After a minute, the nausea hit us all as we realized how bad this was.
First we went to the CCC. There were thousands of people there, milling around, worshipping, waiting in line for Life tape. We were pretty late to that, so we hitched a ride in the back of Daniel’s truck over to the proposed clinic site, where 950 were standing in a silent siege at that moment. (By the end of the day, they would count 4200 at the siege, making it the largest silent siege in history). Now, if you follow the history of Bound4Life, you might be shocked to know that this was my first real siege, i.e., the first time I have put Life tape on my mouth and stood in prayer. Every time our team has participated in one, I was elsewhere. So it was very meaningful for me to have my first stand in Houston.
I stood, with my back to the freeway, facing this 6-story building. Behind me, Houston roared with life and activity, but my eyes were open. I stared at the 3rd floor, which is being outfitted to be an international late-term abortion hub, and I thought about my children, the children that I gave birth to, at 24 weeks. The only words in me, the only cry in my heart, was the 22 word Life Prayer. “Jesus, I plead Your blood, over my sins, and the sins of my nation. God, end abortion and send revival to America.” Then, “End abortion, end abortion. Oh, God. End abortion.” There is no eloquence, there are no words, there is no inpsired speech to combat this horror. Just, “Oh, God. Oh, God. End this thing.”
Later, we walked the line and saw the hundreds, tape covering their mouths to symbolize the silence of the unborn, eyes closed, heart-prayers lifted. Black and Latino, white and Asian. I tried to take pictures to capture the enormity, the solemnity, but they can’t communicate how it felt. It felt like hope, like this tangible hope hanging thickly overhead.
Wait – wasn't the LIFE tape a little smaller in original twitpic of Max? I seem to remember being able to see his pacifier…
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There's 2 pics 🙂 One with tape on his mouth, and later on his paci.
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I love 'em both… He's a great rep for how precious life is. Beth wrote on her blog that he was quiet all day too…I so wish I could have been there. Reading the B4L twitter feed from that day (great job) and now all the blog reports from it make me wish it even more, there is just such a sense of His presence when I read them…Thank you for being willing to be there, to stand and pray and cry for these things that break the heart of the Father
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