This year, several friends and family members, including myself, went on a twenty four hour pilgrimage, to our nation's capitol, and participated in the national protest against legalized abortion. It was a memorable day. It started with a church service. We then attended a pro-life prayer service at the Capitol. After a brief respite at the Smithsonian for lunch, we joined ranks with multiple thousands of others as we marched down the streets of Washington DC, past the Capitol, Congress and Senate office buildings, and ended up in front of the Supreme Court, all while the Washington Monument loomed over us, half obscured in the clouds and fog. It seemed as if the very heavens were weeping for the many lives that have been lost as we walked through the rain and the mist. These lost lives have not gone unnoticed or not protested. I was grateful to be able to come together with others in this land to raise our collective voices and signs against the injustice that this nation allows against the most innocent creatures that call Earth home, the little ones in the womb, the tiny souls that cannot raise their own voices against those who seek to do them harm.
-Credit to the Washington Post for the image-
"This is what the LORD says: "A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because her children are no more."-Jeremiah 31:15
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