Yesterday, I went to Planned Parenthood (the place where they do abortions). We sent a group of seminarians there to pray the rosary outside their building. We didn't pray outside the entrance to the building; we prayed on the side along the street.
It was interesting. Some people who were driving by stared at us, and one driver shouted something very mean at us. But other than that, nothing happened. We just prayed the rosary and went back home.
I kind of liked it. I'm not a fan of the protestors who scream in megaphones and carry signs with catchy slogans and/or disgusting pictures. We weren't there to bug anyone or cause a hassle. We were just there to pray, and that's what we did. End of story.
Some of the other people are really intense about fighting abortion. Me, I don't have strong feelings on the topic, mainly because when I was younger, everyone said I'm not allowed to have an opinion about abortion because I'm not a woman. That seems completely unfair to me (not to mention illogical), but that's what people say.
In any case, my opinion about abortion isn't too complicated. Like I said at the relay for life earlier this year, I'm alive, so I kind of have to be pro-life. Besides, killing another person is intrinsically evil. Why should it matter if the person you kill is old, young, or going to be born in three days? It still counts as killing someone.
But even though pro-life ministry isn't my major calling--I'm much better at youth/young adult ministry--I decided to go anyway, because I love the rosary and because I wanted to support my brothers. I was worried no one else would show up (and some people did bail out), so I made it a specific point to go. I'm pretty sure the first-years who organized the whole thing thought it was a success, so mission accomplished!