On this, the 36th anniversary of the most tragic of all days I can't help but wonder, how as a country did we get to this place? And how long before we wake up and get out?
The other night we went to hear a talk by Joe Scheidler. The first thing he talked about was the energy and enthusiasm of the pro-life people gathered at his previous speaking engagement (as Bridget blogged about). Rather than finding the attendees discouraged and despondent due to the current political situation as one would expect, he noted that people were more passionate and eager to get to work than ever. This seems to be the case further east as well, as many more protesters turned out for today's March for Life than has been the case in recent years. Mr. Scheidler spoke of how God can 'write straight with crooked lines' and how things often seem to be at their darkest right before the dawn. We know God is in the habit of bringing good out of apparent evil, and of accomplishing His will through our meager efforts and paltry offerings.
Still, it's hard to imagine any kind of dawn anytime soon with Obama in office. But as the posters candidly tell us, there is always HOPE. Since the election I've been thinking about how much we should be fasting and praying for a change of heart for this man regarding Life issues. It's not easy, this love your enemies business, and it's only by God's grace that we can even consider it. Pro-lifers hoped and prayed the McCain/Palin ticket would prevail, and their victory would have been seen as a triumph for the movement. But how much greater it would be to have President Obama become convicted of the sanctity of human life, and all glory be given to God. In this Year of St. Paul we can pray especially for his intercession that Obama would indeed be knocked off his horse and see the Light, the Light that is Truth.
Father T. spoke this morning at Mass of how the whole abortion movement is founded upon and fed with lies. Satan, the father of lies, has blinded the eyes, closed the ears and turned to stone the hearts of so many. I keep thinking of Obama taking his oath on Lincoln's bible. His words 'so help me God' keep resounding through my head and I pray that God will help him. I pray that in His mercy God will help this man to see the truth and have courage enough to face it. Oh, I know our puny little minds and wee bits of faith scoff at the mere thought of such a thing happening. But we have St. Paul as our example and hope, and we can call upon him as our intercessor in the cause for life. I'm sure Paul's contemporaries had a hard time believing that the man who once travelled far and wide in order to find Christians to murder had become a believer. Can you imagine the potential if Obama were to inform his throngs of zealous followers of the value of every human life? If all that 'powerful', 'rousing', 'eloquent' speech of his was used to defend life?
And that Bible of Lincoln's. Nowadays we struggle to try to comprehend how it could possibly be that slavery was legal in our very own country. We try to teach history to our children and we really are at a complete loss attempting to explain that people actually believed you could own another person. It really is incomprehensible, and trying to make sense of such madness to a child seems preposterous. With this past election so many mothers have had to grapple with and try to explain the inexplicable to our children. And so we labor on in hope that this too shall end. The battle will be won. People will look back with horror and disbelief and shame and wonder how, HOW was it, that it was legal to kill our own unborn children, to cut them up in little pieces and throw them away like so much trash all in the name of the ideology of 'choice'. But it doesn't matter how confused and bewildered they will be trying to understand how.
All that matters is that it ends.
May God strengthen us in our resolve and have mercy on us all.