Today, in the United States, thousands of Americans are attending the March for Life to protest legalized abortion. Hopefully, we are waking up from the upheaval that turned the world upside down in the sixties and seventies; where a cultural revolution cloaked blood industries in catch-phrases such as “choice” and “women’s rights” to hide their real intent: to make money off of the most vulnerable, women and their unborn children. We are a wealthy nation: let us learn from the past; let us take care of women and their unborn, not cause them harm and destruction.
If you have had an abortion, do not despair, but seek a traditional Catholic priest; and if you have not yet had the opportunity to do so, receive Baptism and go to Confession. If you are a Catholic, go to Confession, the box of life. All is forgiven in Confession, the great sacrament of God’s mercy and love. In the box, the priest is another Christ, the Eternal Word, who has suffered and died for you. There is hope, and true love in Christ. It is as G.K. Chesterton said:
“When a Catholic comes from confession, he does truly, by definition, step out into that dawn of his own beginning… in that brief ritual God has really remade him in His own image. He may be grey and gouty; but he is only five minutes old.”
There are also Rachel Vineyard’s Retreats for those who suffer from post-abortion distress. I have a friend who has worked on these, and they are very helpful for many.
And, I reiterate what I said last year for the March:
There must be an end to legalized abortion in America.
We need to, again, see the real underdog among us: unborn children; and create laws that guard and protect them.
Long ago, G.K. Chesterton heard alarming talk in England about legalizing abortion, and wrote a poem to give a voice to the unborn. It is poignant, and expresses the hopes of each unborn child; the hope of living on Earth, on living in this veritable Fairyland:
By The Babe Unborn
“If trees were tall and grasses short,
As in some crazy tale,
If here and there a sea were blue
Beyond the breaking pale,
If a fixed fire hung in the air
To warm me one day through,
If deep green hair grew on great hills,
I know what I should do.
In dark I lie; dreaming that there
Are great eyes cold or kind,
And twisted streets and silent doors,
And living men behind.
Let storm clouds come: better an hour,
And leave to weep and fight,
Than all the ages I have ruled
The empires of the night.
I think that if they gave me leave
Within the world to stand,
I would be good through all the day
I spent in fairyland.
They should not hear a word from me
Of selfishness or scorn,
If only I could find the door,
If only I were born.”
And, the babies (continue) to speak to us today of their longing to live.
May we do all that we can, in our own spheres of influence, to promote the values of life: to love babies and children; to value marriage, and family life.
Let us unite our Rosaries with the March today.
Let us ask Our Lady to help our beautiful Land to become, once again, a safe place for the unborn.
May God bless your day, and weekend.
Regards to you all, SCF
~Image: March for Life, 2018.