One day I joined up with some ultra religious
types like myself to join a demonstration in
hopes of “glorifying God” and “witnessing to some
sinners”. The pastors signs said “God is Love.”
” Most of our signs said “Abortion Kills”. It was
these signs, along with our very self-righteous
presence that brought upon the angry looks,
shouts and screams, and vicious insults from the
members of the pro-choice parade to which we
were protesting. I held up my sign because i
believed that abortion was wrong, but I was
watching and listening to the message beimg
given by the other side. They were more
passionate, more painful, more desperate. I
walked away from that protest a changed man.
I still felt strongly about the right-to-life, but my
lot lay with those suffering women. I would go on
to refer to myself as “pro-choice”, and those are
fightin’ words in the Bible Belt.
Tuesday Tryouts: Epiphany Poems
Stumbling along the sidewalk 