“Let’s get
together today at 2:00 PM to pray and balance the
offensive that will occur at 2:30 at the capitol.” my friend Isabel
texted me. I decided that praying for the unborn was more important than anything else I had to do
that afternoon so I joined her.
across the country and even around the world had been watching—wondering if
North Dakota would become the most pro-life state in the country. Three of the four bills passed by the North
Dakota Legislature to limit abortions were sent to Gov. Jack
Dalrymple that day, Monday, 2/25. On Tuesday morning, he signed them all. (See details at bottom of this article.)
one abortion clinic in our state, in Fargo. But it is one too many as Senator
Margaret Sitte reminded fellow legislators in her floor speech: “Each week in
Fargo, 25 unborn persons are deprived of their right to life. That’s a
classroom of children eliminated every week, 100 per month, 1200 per year, or
50,000 people in these 40 years, enough to populate a major city.”
the governor to ask him to sign the bills. Prolife legislators even received death threats.
under a sunny sky, not quite warm enough to start melting the spring snow,
around twenty of us formed a circle, kitty-corner from the capitol building. We
took turns voicing intentions, and then prayed a rosary. By 2:20, we were
done. Now what? we wondered. Should we go into the capitol building and
find the protestors? But then what?
army of prayer warriors ventured into the capitol. No one knew where the protestors were
gathered. Then, we heard voices drift
down the stairway from the second floor Memorial Hall.
go,” someone said.
David and Goliath,” said another.
the hall, we beheld around 250 pro-abortion protestors clutching
signs painted with the usual messages:
“My Body, My Choice, Don’t Return to Coat Hanger Days.…” There were children around also holding
signs. Their parents must have gotten them out of school.
prayed outside of abortion clinics before with angry obscenities occasionally
flying from passing cars, but this was different. An angry pro-abortion crowd is scary. And here we were, timidly walking towards
it. Isabel led the way and held up one
of the two little signs we had: “A Person is a Person, No Matter How
Small.” Isabel is a small but feisty
woman from Mexico. Her accent is as noticeable as her enthusiasm for life. “Our Father who art in Heaven,” she began to
pray, boldly before the crowd. We all joined in, standing beside and behind her.
member of our group, John, with his wife, Suzanne at his side, said to us, “We
don’t need to cower against the wall.”
So, we walked up on the floor and continued to pray. Clearly, we had surprised them all. No one
was expecting us. We were not even
expecting us, and we had no game plan. Praying seemed like the right thing. I was proud of the two teenagers in our group–a brother and sister–holding up the second sign high over their head. My 11-year-old son stood next to them. Several TV cameras rolled and reporters took
notes. One man tried to cover Isabel’s sign with his own, but she would have
none of it; outmaneuvering him until he had to leave her alone or look foolish.
Dr, John and Suzanne’s daughter |
Then, it was
time for several speakers to take turns rallying the crowd. A woman who had
miscarried twin girls spoke tearfully. Aborting the babies, she said, had been an option
she considered upon learning of her high-risk pregnancy, (two babies, one
placenta). Nature took its course and she did not have to make that decision,
but her point was that it was her decision
to make. Ironically, John and Suzanne had also lost twin girls; one in utero and the
other, disaabled, lived to be 4 years old. It was surmised that the surviving twin had suffered a stroke due to the miscarriage of the other. John and Suzanne had loved and cherished their daughters
and only grew more vehement in their respect for life.
grandmother got up and praised her daughter and insisted her, “two, handsome
grandsons” come up to the podium with her.
She made a big deal out of her grandsons. How odd at a pro-abortion rally to gush over
children—at least the ones lucky enough to be born. The crowd was speckled with children and the
speakers spoke of children. How could they be so disconnected to make a big deal
out of only some children and defend the right to kill others?
group, so outnumbered, behaved boldly and occasionally shouted things out. One
of the times when children was mentioned, Shelly shouted out, “What about the
55 million that have been aborted?” At times, we booed. Isabel decided that since the crowd was all
pointed in one direction looking up at the speaker, it would be a good idea to turn around (we were near the front) and hold her sign over her head again for all to see. A husky and angry looking lady started to push her aside. Isabel stepped aside
and kept her sign up.
20 minutes of speeches, the crowd moved outside to continue their rally on the
steps of the capitol. (It was planned; we had not chased them out there.) Our
group began to pray again. One lady with kids looked disgusted at us and said
to another lady, “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want my kids around these
people.”
and rally moved outside. We stayed off to the side and did not interact with
the crowd further. That is when members
of our group were interviewed by both local TV stations and by a newspaper
reporter. The pro-life side was
expressed eloquently on both TV stations that evening.
hoping that these bills go forward. I’m very, very excited for our state. We
could be the Frontier State, moving forward for all women and
children so that everyone knows the dignity of all human life, to be loved and
respected from conception to death,” Shelly said.
the governor, Isabel said, “Now he has the opportunity to make the change,
to stand for life, and that’s priceless, that’s absolutely priceless.”
of their twins they had lost but had loved and cherished. He shared that his
daughter who had lived to the age of four, had touched the lives of many
others.
our group felt anger at the pro-abortion protestors—just sadness for them. They were clearly convinced that they were
right. Flaunting children and portraying themselves as child-lovers, they did
not see the disconnect that it really isn’t choice they are talking about, but
babies. And even though we were greatly
outnumbered, we were glad we had come. Our prayers were big and our voices strong. If we had not come,
there would not have been a pro-life viewpoint on the evening news. Maybe our
presence and our prayers had touched some that day.
VICTORY!
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