A reader writes from the pro-life trenches:
One day [while protesting in front of a Planned Parenthood office], a very angry woman approached our little group. She began talking to a woman who has been a decades long member of a local crisis pregnancy center [...]. The angry woman explained that she was pro-choice and that she had an abortion. And the details came out. Her husband had forced her to get an abortion. Thinking back on all those years of helping women in distress, the woman of our little group reached out [and] responded, “I wish I had been there to help you.” At that point cathartic tears flowed, and the once angry woman was no longer angry.
Thanks be to God for such beautiful works of love and healing. Grace nearly always seems to happen in these little sorts of encounters. I can’t tell how many small and invisible moments of grace in my life have been like bombs going off in my soul and changing me for good.