Yesterday my friend Graham won a modest victory in Court and, within hours, after a cuppa, he was opening up a new front line, out on the streets of the Hilary Village (you know, the one it takes to raise a child) of Hobart. Except in this village we have an abortuary where children do not even get the chance to be born. They are dismembered.
Graham was already on station when I arrived. He was positioned by the very busy road full of morning traffic as people were streaming into work in the teeming metropolis, the sinful city where the bright lights shine, red, amber and green and back to red again.
My task was to be the 'Forward Prayer Controller', bringing down the Powers of Angels and to target specific enemies as they came over the hill. (OK, the slope of McQuarie Street). I was armed with my Rosary Beads. He was armed with two posters.
|Not this time.|
Graham was already under attack. Three armed police (Glocks at the ready; tasers primed and buzzing) in their yellow-vests. Two chap cops protecting a chapess cop, as is common in Hobart. Nothing quite like equal opportunity is there. A 'discussion' was taking place and Graham was not budging.
He was backed up by a chap in bare feet who had walked a league across the bridge to be at his side. Staunch fellow, Jim, and every inch a Tasmanian hermit. Now there were Three of us, too.
(I have to admit, I rode down my mountain on my trusty Toyota station wagon).
I put it down to my calm eye and accurate targetting details, because it took only the opening Apostle's Creed and an Our Father. Oh, and a short word or two to the cops. I told them that the anti-free speech law was unconscionable and that as adults they should call upon their Integrity to guide them.
|Kathy carried her message on her back. Fine Woman.|
An Angelic direct hit was achieved within minutes and the cops backed off and scattered to the safety of their war-wagon.
I followed through with the rest of the Rosary recitation, of course. Can't have the job half-done, can we. And we were joined by Kathy and one of her team of children who had been at Mass just up the road.
Five of us now. A Platoon!
I think I saw Graham crack a smile.
But the respite did not last long. The Evil One sent a minionette who stood 'up-road' from us holding a sign too. All about her of course. She was quickly joined by a chap-minion who first tried to disrupt us by standing infront of our posters and waving his arms. I blessed him and thanked him for drawing attention to us. He moved off to the protection of the girl and to hide behind a tree.
The press arrived. Cameras, action.
|Yes, I am multi-tasking: smoking my pipe and directing angel-fire at the same time.|
Graham had twenty seconds on the TV news last night. (They even squeezed in a momentary appearance of the Old Knight and Tavern Keeper coming down the court steps on unsteady legs). Graham managed to get a few words broadcast.
I am hoping he has a more solid appearance tonight. Maybe I will even get an invitation to appear on 'Praying with the Stars'. But hopefully Graham will get a better showing and a better hearing. HE is the Star of this show.
Graham's leadership puts many Church leaders to shame in Tasmoania.
He has torn a huge hole in the
pro-abortion legislation banner
and the anti-freedom of speech
It is up to the rest of us to run a squadron of tanks through the gap.
Come on down Archbishops. Bishops, Priests. Layfolk all.
Now, I have filled the bar top with free glasses of fine Grace. Drink your fill.
Go and FIGHT.