Last week I passed by a small group of people outside a Planned Parenthood building in Philadelphia praying in the rain, heads bowed and exposed to the fine mist from heaven.
Even though I was late to my appointment, I crossed the street to thank them. One woman, middle-aged, African American and leaning on a cane, thanked me for reaching out. “It doesn’t happen often. It means the world,” she said.
Regardless of your position on abortion, you cannot – if you are an honest person – deny that the vitriol is coming from one direction these days.
