Go to the lowest place

We were standing today outside the only abortion clinic in Mississippi singing hymns and taking turns praying for the women and babies in the womb within the facility when it dawned on me: this is morally the lowest place in our state. The lowest of the low. The pits.

The place of slaughter.

And I wondered how much different a place the world would be if sanctified Christians would be found, in force, at the "lowest" places of their communities making clear the love of Christ.

That is not typically what happens, I suspect. But it ought to. Thanks for those of you who show up to such places of trouble, of anguish, of pitiable situations.

Thank-you.