“He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'”
Their backs were to the posters, I suddenly realized, and this killed me. Here they were in opposition, and their backs were to the posters they protested. All but maybe one of them stood, facing away, celebrating and shouting before the mutilations they refused to view, and he was mostly looking down while sitting at a table. They were holding a fundraiser for Planned Parenthood with gargantuan photos of the bloodied remains of children as their backdrop.
I can’t say more; this is real. Can you see it? The man collecting the donations was handing out Halloween candy which he carried around in a plastic jack-o’-lantern. One hand with the pumpkin passed out sweets while the other held a can for blood money. No costume will be so gory this holiday. The shouting came every time they received a donation, and came too often. The people who donated, did they see the posters, or look up from their phones?
While passing this fray, I did see some engaging with the pro-life representatives. The tall black man shouted, “How can you compare slavery to abortion?” Yes, I thought, there is no real comparison, for America’s history of abortion makes her stains of slavery merely a footnote. I looked to this poster, trying to read the statistics through the throng, but I knew them already.
Have you ever been undone, dear reader? So was I today, unraveled. There is nothing to say, but that they campaigned for Planned Parenthood with blown up pictures, with the undeniable truth less than a yard away, to their backs. They would not face it.
Those who see will go mad. Those who look away are mad.
Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.