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Oh, The Humanity!

Being unable to attend the March for Life in Washington today, I am very much there in spirit.  Perhaps because it's been forty years since abortion became legal in my nation, perhaps because I have small grandchildren whom I've seen via ultrasound months before I held them in my arms - for whatever reason(s), this year I feel more affected than ever.  This year I am personally hurting.  A lot.  This year, I've spent chunks of the day crying.  My own life has not been touched by abortion, or so I'd thought.  But today it hit me:  oh, yes it has.  Considering the vast numbers of human beings not allowed to be born, how could we not ALL be affected?

I awoke today to one phrase running through my mind.  We've probably all seen the news clip of the day the Hindenburg burst into flames, and we've heard the reporter's tortured response.... 

"Oh, the humanity...!"

OH, THE HUMANITY LOST DURING THESE LAST FORTY YEARS.   

I could not march in Washington today, but in prayer I'm able to stand with those who can.  And so I offer this little mini march of a few fellow bloggers' recent posts for life.  I encourage you to click on these lines to check out some inspiring posts.

 Thoughts on the Miracle of Life

This World Needs a Heart of Gold

Beautiful Whispers of Catholicism

Journal of a Nobody

40th Anniversary of Roe vs. Wade

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At Your Side in Prayer

"...Today I am 'spiritually adopting.'  There are so many little ones in imminent danger, ones so tiny that some dismiss them as not human.  There are newborns lying on cold metal tables, their skin burned with saline, ignored because their mothers, after all, did not want to carry them to term.  Leave it alone, a nurse is told if she hears a tiny whimper.  Forget it.  It's not a baby.  Not-A-Baby utters a pitiful cry, flails its little arms, reaches out with tiny fingers to grasp its gift of life.  It IS a baby - a tiny, helpless, wounded baby who needs someone to care, to love, to hold.  I reach out my 'arms.'  I swaddle in prayer.  I cuddle with intercession.  I hold a tiny one in my heart, and I say yes.  I will work for you, O tiny one, I'll be your advocate however I can.  And when they come for you to take your life, I will be at your side in prayer..." (an edited re-post from The Cloistered Heart, November 2012)
 
"What is taking place in America," said Mother Teresa of Calcutta, "is a war against the child. And if we accept that the mother can kill her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another."  (spoken at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington DC, 1997)

Bernardo Strozzi painting in US public domain 

The Mere Probability

"The mere probability

 that a human person is involved

would suffice to justify 

an absolutely clear prohibition

of any intervention aimed at

killing a human embryo."

                                                                          Pope John Paul II (Evangelium Vitae)

(Léon Bazile Perrault painting US public domain) 

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As He Creates..

"It is a great honor to you who are married that God, in His design to multiply souls who may praise and bless Him for all eternity, causes you to cooperate with Him in so noble a work. This is by your production of the bodies into which He infuses immortal souls, like heavenly drops, as He creates them." (St. Francis de Sales)

(William Adolphe Bouguereau painting, 1869, in US public domain)

and so we choose life

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you were born I consecrated you...."  (Jeremiah 1:5)  

"My frame was not hidden from You when I was being made in secret, intricately wrought in the depths of the earth."  (Psalm 139:15)

"Choose life, then, that you and your descendants may live..."  (Deuteronomy 30:19)