We don’t save lives on the street. We faithfully show up, to do the work we are called to do, to cooperate with God. Jesus could have just filled the urns with water, or wine for that matter, in the blink of an eye. But as his mother said, “Do whatever he tells you.” So the servants hauled all that water, just as Jesus instructed. 

I remember the day I asked you for help in healing my story of abortion of my first child. I was so afraid but in my heart I know that God was taking me to you and that through you I would return to God and would begin to heal.

Recuerdo el día en el que te pedí ayuda con mi sanación en cuanto a mi historia de aborto de mi primer hijo.  Yo tenía tanto miedo pero en mi corazón sabía que Dios me estaba llevando a ti y que a través de ti, yo podría regresar a Dios y podría empezar a sanar.

The rain started around 6:00 am and was still heavy at 7:30 am when the Sidewalk Counselors arrived. Rain is harder to deal with on the sidewalk than extremes of cold or heat. Street sheets and literature get damp and stick together; brochures are hard to hand to clients, and ruined if dropped in a puddle. But wet rosaries still work. And rain helps to confirm to those who see us that that we care – Christian love shown as sacrifice of self.

The three sidewalk counselors had finished their morning prayers. The young man who came religiously every week to pray an hour in front of the abortion facility waved as he drove off to work. Three women dressed in hot pink “Clinic Support” vests stood on the porch of the abortion facility. 

Sonographers have told us that babies whose moms are thinking about aborting them are unusually active during the ultrasound, amazingly so - turning somersaults, holding up a hand, doing all they can to get Mom’s attention, help her to see them.

The May 7 class was on Theology of the Body, always a very lively, engaging class! J. was so impressed by concepts she had never heard before: self-respect, the beauty of God’s plan for marriage between a man and woman, and our bodies as temples of the Holy Spirit. J. eagerly shared these ideas with her boyfriend, but he was hostile...