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Well, well, well. Pour yourself a glass of wine, put your feet up and gather ’round, friends, because boy, do I have a story for you tonight.
I did something I’ve never done before, this weekend. In fact, I’m not exactly sure what came over me, but let’s just say I was moved by the Spirit.
I went to Planned Parenthood on Saturday and prayed.
Now, let’s just pause here for a moment. I wasn’t carrying a sign with a bloody baby on it, aggressively accosting people in the name of Jesus. I wasn’t causing a scene with a megaphone. I just got dressed up in a cute outfit and heels, and simply stood across the street, and silently prayed my rosary. By myself. I was the only one there.
And so, Saturday came, and I had just gotten home from a jog. I was taking a shower, and all of a sudden, I just felt this overwhelming need to go and pray at the Planned Parenthood in NYC.
If you didn’t know, Saturdays are notoriously The Day when they do the most abortions at Planned Parenthood. And I knew I had to go.
And it was honestly the most surreal experience.
First of all, it was the first nice Saturday we’ve had since spring began. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky – it was warm. And it was as though everyone and their brother was out from hibernation that afternoon.
When my Uber pulled up to the Planned Parenthood, I was shocked…(but upon second thought, completely not shocked) that the clinic was smack dab in the heart of NYU’s campus. Which made me sick to my stomach.
But it was just so surreal. I was surrounded by brunch go’ers, and SoHo shoppers, and gaggles of bar crawlers – still tipsy from their mimosas, and right in the midst of this luxury lifestyle in Manhattan, is this building of darkness, where babies were being murdered right now, amidst the bustling, jovial life, just right outside.
It was mindblowing, actually. And in the window of one of the exam rooms, was the sign that read “Black Women Matter.” How ironic, given the history of Planned Parenthood. I won’t go into that here — but you should Google the TRUE origin of the organization, and particularly why they chose the locations they did for most – if not all – of their clinics.
But boy – putting myself out there for God that day…two things happened. And the second — let’s just say I was NOT prepared for.
First, the Holy Spirit really showed up for me.
I hadn’t even been on the sidewalk for 15 seconds when all of a sudden I hear…”Caralyn?!“
I look around like — God, is that You?
“Doing God’s work I see.”
And much to my surprise, I run into this guy I hadn’t seen in – no joke, probably 4 years. We went to the same church, and had been out on a few dates long ago. He was literally, just randomly walking by, on his way to brunch of all things.
Anyway, he totally boosted my confidence, and even gave me a few tips – saying that I actually had to be on the other side of the street, because they “owned” the sidewalk in front of the building.
And if that wasn’t God giving me reassurance — not 30 seconds after he left, another couple – super cute, probably mid twenties – randomly passed me on the street and said “God bless you! We were here earlier today, praying.”
So I was feeling really comforted that God was with me.
But, friends, the day was not all like that. And honestly, I think God did that, because He knew what would come later that day.
I got dirty looks. I got whispers and laughs. I got some crunchy feminists who got up in my face and in the meanest, most spine chilling voices said, “F%@K YOU.“
But then, I expected that going in.
I saw the women leaving the clinic, walking gingerly, clutching their lower abdomens. I saw the boyfriends, pacing awkwardly outside. I saw the scared girls go in, and leave with a bag of pills. I saw workers leave at closing time, and mutter mean nothings to me under their breath. I saw the “doctor” leave that night, and I said an extra prayer for the conversion of his heart.
But the hardest thing I saw that day, was the “Quest Diagnostics” truck come and pick up the bio-hazard “waste” from the clinic. Which, if you are unaware — are the bodies of the aborted children. I wanted to ask to pray over the bags they brought out, but I wasn’t fast – or bold – enough. Next time I will.
But here’s where things get real.
I really pissed off Satan that day. Which – I always feel weird about mentioning the “evil one” on here, but look: This is who I am, this is what I believe, and I absolutely believe that spiritual warfare is real. Why? Because not only do I believe that my anorexia was a huge episode of spiritual warfare, but listen to what happened next…
After the day was done, I turned to leave. And I was walking down the street. And I kid you not – I hadn’t even gotten off the block that Planned Parenthood was on, when a bird attacked my face.
In nine years of living in New York City, this has NEVER happened to me before. I was walking, and out of nowhere, this disgusting pigeon nosedived straight at my head. And I was wearing my signature sun hat, because — hello, skincare — and the bird got caught in my hair and then couldn’t fly away because of the brim of my hat. And the bird was flapping and freaking out, and I was screaming and freaking out. Finally it flew off and I was left absolutely shaken up and DISGUSTED that a freaking disease-carrying, repulsive BIRD just practically got in my mouth.
So I’m like standing there, practically in tears, and this whole scene happened right in front of a homeless man, who was sitting on the sidewalk, shaking his cup, asking for money. And he laughs at me, and goes, “HAH! THAT BIRD HAD IT OUT FOR YOU, YOUNG LADY.” You can’t make this stuff up.
I’m shaking at this point. I call my dad in tears and tell him what happened as I’m hailing a cab so I can go home, burn those clothes, drink hand sanitizer and shower away all the diseases that were surely inside every orifice from the neck-up.
And as I’m word-vomiting to my father, the first thing he says to me is, “You know, that was Satan.”
And you know what? He was absolutely right.
There is nothing Satan loves more than abortion.
Honestly – think about it. It is the single most divisive issue facing human kind. But more than that – it turns the human — the creation and image of God – against itself. It’s killing innocent children, and it’s devaluing the sanctity of human life. And people are adamantly fighting for it in the name of “women’s rights.”
Satan is having a field day with it. Because once you dehumanize a life – once you “sanitize” the killing of a child in the womb – once you decide that you can determine who lives and who dies, and what constitutes a life worth living, the slope becomes slippery and treacherous, and leads straight into Satan’s open arms.
And you best believe that he’s going to send flames, arrows, – even birds – at anyone who stands in his way.
And I experienced that first hand.
But that is ALL THE MORE reason to continue to stand in the gap for those babies. And that just tells me that I’m doing something right.
At the end of our lives, we’re going to have to face our Creator. And I pray that when I do, after I stand accountable for all the despicable and deplorable crap I have done in my life, I can at least say that I fought for the smallest and most helpless of His children.
What are your thoughts on spiritual warfare? Truly I would love to know. Please share any and all thoughts!!
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