ABSTRACT
During the course of my prayer vigil, I asked God to tell me how he wanted me to pray. After this, the Lord showed me the house—the Abortion Clinic—wrapped in barbed wire. I meditated on the meaning of this, how impossible it would be to enter it if it were bound in this way. Then the wire turned into a crown of thorns, some red with the blood of Jesus. The words came to mind: “My love can close those doors.” The prayers of the faithful can bring love to bear.
