Things 16 yr olds shouldnt worry about September 28, 2005


On January 22, 1973 abortion was legalized with 2 court decisions, Roe v. Wade and
Doe v. Bolton. With Roe, states can prohibit abortion under
certain
circumstances unless the pregnancy threatens the woman’s life or health. Doe defines what “health” means but so broadly
that it literally covers any
circumstance in which a woman might be pregnant.
Therefore, abortion on demand. January 22 is the national day of penance for violations to the dignity of a human person committed through acts of
abortion and day of prayer for the full restoration of the legal guarantee of the right to life. We are called to stand up for the innocent and put our faith into action.
But how? Here are a few ways especially during this month. Get involved with 40 Days for Life, www.40daysforlife.com/elpaso 915-544-LIFE (5433) prolifegaby@gmail.com. Obama will be in office and the campaign is starting so let’s pray to end abortion!
Pregnancy Help Center of El Paso is taking donations of new formula, gently used and new baby clothes (sizes newborn to 2T), new or gently used maternity clothes, lotions, baby wipes, baby shampoo, blankets, cribs, car seats, financial contributions, etc. are always appreciated and can be dropped off at 2301 N. Lee Trevino on Mondays (4pm – 7pm), Tues, Thurs, and Friday (9am – 4pm).
Check out their website www.pregnancyhcep.org or the new outreach to Dads at www.fatherhoodhelp.org (Fatherhood Help Services).
Also we would like to invite all believers to come pray with us at the abortion clinics these babies need our prayers at the moment of their death. Call 915-544-5433 for more details.
That’s it for now, visit online www.40daysforlife.com/elpaso or call 544-5433 for more pro-life events. Lastly, if you or anyone know someone who is pregnant and scared or had an abortion, the can call 24 hours 915-591-1343, or 915-564-4444. God bless you!
Below is a message from my friend Miguel, who has been so faithful to the unborn and our Lord fighting as hard as he can to defend life.
February 12, 2009
Last Saturday January 17 was an unusually difficult day at the hilltop abortion clinic. People with Texas, New Mexico and Mexico license plates filled the parking spaces. A new nurse that we believed gone was now back. A woman with a possible blood clot returned to have an abortion despite the risks associated and despite hearing from us that there was no doctor on the premises. The gardener turned security guard was picking on one of the sidewalk counselors. He also did everything in his power to “break” the conversations we established with abortion minded persons. And the saddest part was that no one had decided to give a chance for life to their babies.
Earlier that morning, I had placed the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe by the wall next to the abortion clinic. There are several things I always ask Our Lady as I unroll her image: That she bless the ground where her image is being placed. I ask her to lend me that beautiful, loving, motherly heart, so I can transmit that love she has for her Son Jesus to all the persons going into the clinic. And that she accompany us and intercede for the children in danger of an abortion. Finally I remind her that I am an unworthy mecapal ¹ at her disposal.
At around 10:30 the abortionist arrived and by 11:10 a.m. he had left. By now the only persons left praying were the 3 ladies that always go there Saturdays and myself. We wanted to leave, but decided to stay longer because we were worried about the lady that had gone in with a possible blood clot. More cars started arriving at the clinic and we gave all the information that we always give and we noticed that our prayers had became more and more intense. Perhaps it was because we felt agony for those mothers and their children? There were two young ladies in particular that had expressed second thoughts when going into the clinic, but unfortunately they came out already having aborted. You could see and feel their pain as they left the abortion clinic.
At noon we signed off by doing our exit prayers. I proceeded to start rolling the image of Our Lady so I can put her in my car. Halfway I stopped and felt compelled to place my right hand on her chest, right next to her prayerful hands and to thank her for accompanying us that day. I started feeling a heartbeat! I froze for a few seconds and did not know what to do or how to react. Finally I composed myself and calmly asked one of the ladies who is a wonderful sidewalk counselor to feel Our Lady’s heart. She did and after a few seconds she also felt the thump, thump, thump of Our Lady of Guadalupe’s heart! The other two ladies did the same and also felt that beautiful thump, thump, thump, of the heart of the Blessed Mother of Our Lord Jesus Christ!
And how does this happen to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? (Luke 1:43)
I think that Our Lady asked her Son to let us know that she was there praying with us and that she was feeling that anguish we had. I think that she wanted all sidewalk counselors, and prayer warriors everywhere to know that she is one of us.
Have you ever asked for something extraordinary in prayer and God grants what you asked for? Then you are shocked because He did? I think that’s a sign of a weak faith. It happens to me over and over. I pray for something and then I’m shocked to see it happen. This causes anguish, because I fell like I pray as a hypocrite and not as a person of faith.
Although I didn’t ask for this, I was shocked just the same. I felt ashamed and embarrassed with Our Lady for my lack of faith. At home later that day, I prayed and asked for the grace of a stronger faith. I have an image of our Lady of Guadalupe at home and again I felt the need of placing my hand in the same place as earlier that day. It happened again! Thump, thump, thump…
I always keep the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe and all the other posters and literature that we hand out in my car, but because of what had happened that day, I was uncomfortable leaving Our Lady in the car. Later that night I went to get her from the car. It was pretty cold like it’s in the mornings and the plastic her image is on gets really hard. This time it was warm just like the touch of a human being.
Since then I have touched her heart only once outside the abortion clinic. That time was more out of curiosity. It didn’t happen, but I know that Our Lady of Guadalupe is watching over the babies in danger of abortion, their parents, the prayer warriors and sidewalk counselors and she specially watches over you. You still are her “little girl!”
In Christ,
Miguel
¹Mecapal:
When Our Lady appeared to Juan Diego and asked that he talk to the Bishop. Juan Diego was reluctant and said:
Spanish - “Porque en verdad yo soy un hombre del campo, soy mecapal, soy parihuela, soy cola, soy ala; yo mismo necesito ser conducido, llevado a cuestas, no es lugar de mi andar ni de mí detenerme allá a donde me envías, Virgencita mía, Hija mía menor, Señora, Niña;”
English - Because I am really (just) a man from the country, I am a porter’s rope (mecapal) I am a backframe, a tail, a wing, a man of no importance: I myself need to be led, carried on someone’s back, that place your are sending me to is a place where I’m not used to going to or spending any time in, my little Virgin, my Youngest Daughter, my Lady, Little girl;
Náhuatl - “Ca nel nicnotlapaltzintli, ca nimecapalli, ca nicacaxtli, ca nicuitlapilli, ca natlapalli, ca nitco ca nimamaloni, camo nonenemian, camo nonequetzayan in ompa tinechmihualia, Nochpochtziné Noxocoyohué, Tlacatlé, Cihuapiilé.”
Our Lady of Guadalupe has become our daily companion at the abortion mill on Schuster in El Paso. We put her by the wall next to the clinic and like the mother of Our Lord Jesus Christ; she is truly larger than life! If you are driving down on Schuster from Mesa, you can see her from almost two blocks away! That image alone has made many abortion minded persons just continue on driving without even stopping at the mill. Many that do stop just stay in their cars not wanting to go inside.This morning there was one such young lady soldier that parked her car and could not bring herself to go into the abortion clinic. After sitting there for a long while, she finally did go in with tears on her eyes. That must have been the drop that spilled the glass inside, because soon after "JOY" came out on a rampage. (NOTE: JOY is a psuedo-name for the medical assistant at the mill - gaby)She was not screaming this time, but was very belligerent. She mocked me every time I tried to give information to someone. She stood in front of me when someone arrived to the clinic and interrupted whatever I tried to say. I always bless the persons coming in, so JOY did the same thing, so I blessed her too. When I was praying the St. Michael prayer, she wanted to know “where is that on the bible?” but the prayers and blessings did have an effect on her. Kind of like an electric shock that sent her stumbling away and into the clinic, but after a few minutes, she kept coming out over and over.At one time she wanted to cut down our “banner” as she calls Our Lady and kept saying that this was the last day that we displayed that “banner.” I had to put my body between JOY and Our Lady, so she wouldn’t cut her down.
I’ve learned two things today:
That the image of Our Lady continues to make a big impact on people thinking of aborting, on people working at the abortion clinics, and on people that drive by and see Our Lady day after day, after day.
That we need more men to go out to the abortion clinics to give those parents a chance to see that there are people out there who care. To give dignity to those babies close to dying this horrible and violent death. Who knows, you might even be given the chance to stand guard and become a knight in shining armor to the Mother of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
For Life!
Miguel
The proof of love is in the works. Where love exists, it works great things. But when it ceases to act, it ceases to exist. -- Pope St. Gregory the Great
After Miguel left, I also put up the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, and minutes after "Joy" came out again. She was drunk, and all I could think of doing was love her. I greeted her, we shook hands, in my hand I had my St. Benedict cross, and she got a chance to shake hands with the crucifix. We chatted for a bit, I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She said, "I want God's love." Even though we've seen crazy outbursts from her and we never know what to expect from her, I thought, "whenever someone is under the influence of alcohol, people usually tend to tell the truth and open up". We will continue praying for her conversion, because I love her, and God loves her too. And she probably hasn't realized that yet. I was afraid that she would want to do something to the image of Our Lady, so I was getting ready with my prayers, scriptures, sacramentals, to protect it and expect the worst. I was ready to literally sit on my signs, as my Irish friends taught me when the police would try to destroy their pro-life images.
There is something that I do dream of. And maybe the angels already do this. But I hope that more men like Miguel will take a stand in El Paso. People are amazed that we're out there by ourselves. So another challenge for you is, if you're amazed we're out there by ourselves, will you join me?