I was sharing thoughts with an e-mail friend this morning. We were talking about times we stood out in public to witness to our faith. She had walked and prayed at an abortion clinic. I had participated in a public Rosary on a busy street corner with a huge banner to honor our Blessed Mother. Both of us had seen and heard things that were disturbing.
Although most of the cars that passed by our corner while we were praying either ignored us or honked in support, some people obviously went to the trouble to slow down and yell out foul remarks and resort to childish hand signs to insult us and our efforts. We had children there and were saddened at what they observed and were being treated to because they dared to pray in public.
My friend experienced must of the same to the point where she wasn't about to participate when she had her little boy in tow. We both mentally shook our heads at the ugly and unnecessary display of foul language aimed at peaceful people who just wanted to use their freedom to pray. Why?
Later, my friend came back with an interesting interpretion of all the gross and nasty actions. Sin is ugly. These people represented and supported sin by their actions. How else could they express themselves except by the way they, themselves, lived and believe? They found themselves hating what we were doing so much that the only way they could cope with the thought was through nastiness. I'm sure their instant use of obscene hand signs and words was not learned two minutes before they used them. They witnessed something good and holy and it drew out the ugly in them.
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