March for Life
Our prayers go out to those who brave the cold and the scorn of the Prince of This World to defy the endlessly open mouth of Moloch. Today is the annual march for life, when countless thousands of young women and men march and sing and celebrate their affirmation of life and their condemnation of prenatal infanticide.
Also, four or five aging gray and wrinkled hippies, like harpies in human shape, will shamble forth from their nests lined with tiny bones of slain babies to voice a counter protest, and on them and them alone will the cameras of the news media be pointed, and on them alone the spotlight of public attention.
Here is the idol of our masters, the social Left. Here is your tax dollars at work.
Brian Burch of Catholic Vote has this to say:
41 years of abortion. 56 million souls.
Yet today in Washington D.C., hundreds of thousands of joy-filled marchers will be smiling, singing, and celebrating the gift of life. The contrast is startling.
Emily Stimpson addressed this reality on the CV Blog this week:
“If you want to understand the March for Life, if you want to understand the pro-life movement in general, it starts with hope. That’s the key. That’s the real difference between those who oppose abortion and those who support it. The first is an act of hope. The second is an act of despair.”
“It’s simple: When a mother chooses life, she chooses to hope. She hopes for her unborn child. She hopes for his or her future. She hopes for her own future. She hopes in the love of her friends. She hopes in the grace of God. And she hopes in herself. She hopes that no matter how young or ill equipped or scared she might be, she can still bring someone beautiful into the world…”
Apart from our winning the pro-life battle in politics, science and the law, the real secret to victory remains our building a culture of hope.
No, not the hope offered as a political slogan in 2008.
The kind of hope offered every day in crisis pregnancy centers
across America. The hope of courageous political leaders who
defend women and children, and the voters who prioritize life,
faith, and family.
The hope implicit in those men and women who choose life, welcome
children, and embrace the responsibilities and adventure of
raising families and caring for the elderly.
And of course, this hope is preserved every day by thousands of
prayer warriors who pray in front of abortion clinics, and in
front of the Blessed Sacrament in chapels hidden on streets and
neighborhoods across America.
This hope is contagious.
And it’s why we are winning.