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Essay:Anti Abortion activism: a personal essay

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But I was not alone all the time in this. A few days ago, I received a letter from a man, that walked with me in this, not at this particular clinic, but in front of Hartford Hospital. I used to picket this hospital, sometimes carrying my young son Daniel (now he is 29 years old and has his own son!). At Hartford Hospital, I was the recipient of both curses and blessing, of course mirroring the dispositions towards abortion of those entering or leaving the hospital. One day, a hospital worker in green rushed out of the hospital, came up to me, and blurted out before crossing the street and away, " I've been watching you, and I am through!" I understood that he was through with his part in abortions. Here is the letter I just received showing how much I was not alone, and how fruitfulness propagates with you and without you '...We used to picket Hartford Hospital together, and Mt. Sinai Hospital as well. You had written a "Thou Shalt Not Kill" sign in Hebrew that we used at the latter. God used me to work at Birthright of New Haven for four years. In 1985 we did our first rescue in New Haven and then another outside Boston. In 1987 I plugged into the national rescue movement and rescued a lot, mostly in the northeast. God guided me to begin teaching at St. Mary School in Breanford, CT from 1983 until 2001. Then He transferred me to my present school, St. Paul in Kensington. We teach middle school religion, history, and geography. I love it!" No need to give the name but there must be endless numbers of people that God is likewise using for His many faceted purposes.
But we saw also the need to help out in the plight of young pregnant women face with pressure, from their boyfriends, parents, and from the Pro- choice propaganda machines, and ultimately from within themselves, and so my wife Exie and I along with our growing in number children opened our home, delicious cooking and a bed, to three women, not at the same time, as a respite and to think it over. All three decided to have their babies, and one, with her mother and her baby with her, came back to thank us. Shortly after, a couple from our church, the Rev. Ben and Liz Torrey, but from another Connecticut town, opened up their home, which was called St. Thomas House, which become a temporary home, for among others, numbers of young ladies who were pregnant needing a warm place to stay, and time to think it over. And so the ''movement'' continued on. And then I found out that others of my family had been led independently into the same struggle, These were my sister-in-law and brother, Terry and Herb Schlossberg. Terry she soon became becooming the executive director of the Pro Life pro-life anti -abortion organization within her Church, the United Presbyterian Church, and it was another evidence to me and encouragement that I was far from alone and I was one of very many that God was moving to enact His will in this matter throughout the United States. One day, sitting on the floor of a church, either between picketing or between meetings, so confused is my memory of these times, I asked a leading priest in the pro-life movement how it had all started with him and how he had gotten his church, St Justin's, one of the leading in Hartford, in this activist side. He said, " I saw you in front of Hartford Hospital". And such is the way it goes. Later on, my sister-in-law Lourdes, a nurse, would work at this hospital and made this astute comment, "It is very hard for a pro-life doctor to be against an abortionist doctor when they work in the same hospital and eat together in the cafeteria."
But there is a plight in the minds and souls of those on the abortion side of things, and we must not underestimate the ability of God to get down under the skin and deep down further, even if it is not the complete desired end we seek.
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