Claire, Ruth and I constituted the first shift this morning for sidewalk counseling at the abortion clinic in Bellevue but the long drive through the fog turned out to be the worst thing we experienced because, thank God, the abortion mill was closed.
We took our signs and banners out on the street for awhile anyhow but the only person there was the cleaning lady. So we eventually packed it in and went to a nearby dive for a quick warm-up and a hot drink. I then drove back to the place around nine, saw that they were still closed, and called back to Claire and Ruth who were able to catch Mark, Quint and Larry before they left home.
You couldn't start the day in a better way than seeing this busy abortion business closed. Lord, please make it permanent.
While standing out in the cold today, my prayers tended to swirl around Psalm 121 which was my text for yesterday's sermon. It was the second of three sermons fitting in between the Christmas sermons and our next series. (A week ago the sermon was "Behaving Like Heavenly Children" and next week's will commemorate Sanctity of Life Sunday. The upcoming series? I've narrowed it down to two possibilities but haven't decided between them so far.)
After our church service, we participated in a surprise birthday party for a friend and then visited Mom and attended the church service they hold there at the Life Care Center on Sunday afternoons. (Mom really likes the lay preacher who conducts the service, a sincere and kind young man who we also appreciate a great deal.) Later on we had dinner, watched the end of the Jets/Chargers game, watched an episode of the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes program via Netflix Instant Download, and went to bed at an extremely early hour for us -- about 10:45.
The next two days will be busy as we get things done AND get things ready for our trip to Washington, D.C. for the March for Life. So I'd better get going. Later.
