may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice,
there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”
by Angela Michael
“Buy American” was the theme of the annual Granite City Labor
Day parade where laborers, unions, and the Democratic Party marched down the
washboard streets of
God blessed us with a beautiful, sunny day as we stood in the gap for the least of these. Even before the parade started, parade-goers were coming up to us and thanking us for being here. One woman said, “I hope you all change what’s going on.” Pointing to baby Malachi she continued, “Once you see what they do, you know it’s wrong.” The Grand Marshall was Congressman Jerry Costello.
Last year, it was rabid pro-abortion and Catholic Senator Dick Durbin. Boy, did we have a divine appointment with him. We got to publicly rebuke his pitiful representation as a Catholic to his church and an abomination to God. He got indignant and had a tizzy fit with us and started screaming with his finger pointed, “Don’t you judge me!” Read: “You Can’t Be Catholic & Pro-Abortion, An ‘Obamanation’ to Almighty God”
Costello says he is pro-life, but what is he doing about it? Saying you’re
pro-life does not save babies; doing pro-life does.
than ever before walked up, shook hands with us, and looked at the signs we
The local Knights of Columbus were visibly afflicted, especially when questioned with the sign: “Why is the church silent?” “I have my kid!” one convicted woman shouted.
Some laborers shook their heads; others made snide remarks such as, “Why don’t they go somewhere else?” “Because little future laborers and union members are being dismembered and flushed down the sewers just two blocks over. Do you care?” Silence… Numerous marchers actually waved to us and encouraged us saying, “Thank you. We’re glad you’re here,” and, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
Least affected were the little children. They weren’t upset upon seeing the signs and pictures, but rather their parents were as they barked at their kids to turn their heads. We overheard little voices asking, “Why do they hurt babies?” as the sparsely float-filled parade went by the remnant. “Shut up! Don’t look!” the scout master yelled.
Now, of course the local media won’t show this exchange or the peaceful, silent protest which was in clear shot of their cameras that were rolling. There is no mention in the daily newspaper either, unless the messengers are being sued. There’s no media bias, right?
Then there was the peppering of ObamaCare “Health reform NOW!” signs. It was pitiful when they propped up a young girl with Down’s syndrome on a float decorated in ObamaCare health reform signs. Dummies…didn’t they read the fine print on this socialist health reform propaganda? This little girl would be exterminated and considered a worthless parasite in society, aka a “burden” in the health system. Their value of life will be determined by their worth. The Führer and his jack-booted thugs will determine who gets to live and who gets to die. The feeble, sick, and elderly will be the first to go.
A trailer full of
unpainted wooden rocking horses rolled by us and we thought their
representation was fitting for this parade.
One laborer sat on the tailgate of a truck attempting to hit us with hard candy as they drove slowly by. God protected us. Not one piece hit us.
There was more Black representation in the parade with the ObamaCare health reform signs. “My people perish from a lack of knowledge,” Hosea 4:6 was all I could think. Don’t they understand there is a Black holocaust going down just two blocks over? We witness daily more and more little Black American babies being murdered through surgical abortion than any other race. With ObamaCare, not only will something we do not believe in be the norm in society, but ObamaCare will be reaching in our wallets to pay for it, even more than the government is doing now. That takes some nerve.
The parade was not near as long or full, but God’s mail was delivered. We gathered for prayer, with Joe leading, and two saves and their mothers came by. They were late for the parade. They wanted to stand with us. The kids missed the parade and didn’t get any candy, but Helen, a proclaimer, reached in her pockets and blessed them with all the parade candy tossed at our feet as the organizations and groups passed by us. She said she knew there was a reason the Lord told her to pick it all up. PTL! They all laughed and we hugged the kids and mothers.
They thanked us and told us another Small Victories save was born the day before. “Tiffany” delivered baby “Armando” 8lbs.12oz. Both mother and baby were doing fine. They just needed the bassinette and supplies we promised. They were very grateful.
“Thank you Lord for allowing us to be in service to You and others and
the good people You blessed us with this day. Take scales off the eyes of
There must be peace in the womb before there will ever be peace on the streets. If you don’t respect life in the womb, how can we expect respect of life on the streets? Acts 20:35 “In all of this I have given you an example that by such work we must support the weak, remembering the words of the Lord Jesus, for He Himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’”
Be encouraged ~Angela
Be encouraged ~Angela