Suddenly, in the middle of the night, the unmistakable roar of an African lion filtered into our tent awaking all of us except for a few of our heavy sleepers who heard nothing. The guttural roars continued intermittently through the night, making it difficult for us to rest. However, at least we had the consolation of knowing that the lion was caged up in the African Safari adjacent to the KOA campsite where we were staying.
After a delicious homemade breakfast at the campsite, we set out for Orlando. The reception to the campaign thus far in Florida has been truly remarkable. Miami may have a rough reputation, but the people overwhelmingly and firmly reject any attempt to redefine marriage. One can only hope and pray the rest of the state is the same way.
When people think of Orlando, they often think of Disneyworld. Upon entering the city and seeing the Disney resorts and other attractions, we could not help but recall our campaign in front of Disneyland in Anaheim, California, a month ago. We happened to campaign at Disneyland during “Gay Week” when the theme park caters to homosexuals. For this reason, many believe Walt Disney is turning in his grave.
We arrived in the city at about 5:00 PM. Since it was the first time any of us had been to Orlando, we didn’t know where the best spot would be to do a campaign. As we normally do in such circumstances, we pulled the map out and looked for the biggest traffic intersection we could find. We finally found a good location at the Florida Mall and promptly set up for rush hour traffic. As in West Palm Beach, the weather was threatening to rain and heavy, dark clouds loomed overhead.
Immediately, the honks for traditional marriage started sounding.
There is something I forgot to mention when we were in Miami. Before and after meals, we always pray grace aloud as a group. This attracts loads of attention. It’s a shame, but few people say grace anymore, at least openly. As we were walking out of the restaurant, a Cuban waitress approached to ask us where she could go to Church. She had observed how our group said grace and told us that she had recently escaped from Cuba. “I’m Catholic and I want to go to Church, but I don’t know where to go,” she confided. “Do I need permission to go to Church?” she asked.
We assured her that she did not need permission to go to Church. However, she felt like she needed to some type of permission. “You mean I can just walk into Church?” she said. The fear of Communist reprisal for going to a Catholic Church still lingered in her mind and we encouraged her to go to Church.
We count on your prayers to continue this spiritual crusade.
Saint Joseph, pray for us!
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We’ve already traveled over 8,142 miles for traditional marriage and it takes some $107.00 to fill our van’s gas tank. Thank you for considering a gift to this cause. God bless you!