Tuesday, January 24, 2012

To the brave


March for Life Reflection
"To the Brave" by Elizabeth at Startling the Day

The "Bright Maidens" were originally three from the oft-mentioned, widely-speculated upon demographic of young, twenty-something Catholic women. Now, we all take up the cross to dispel the myths and misconceptions. Welcome!



This one goes out to the brave. Thank you, women in mourning, who consistently share with us your heartbreaking stories of decades of pain.

Thank you for opening wounds with us that took years to acknowledge, let alone to heal.

This year I spent the March for Life doing what most of my fellow defenders of the sanctity of human life were doing: trudging through another work day, wishing I was marching among my brothers and sisters.

God knows I'm grateful for my job and that many who are not as fortunate as I am were homebound on Monday as well. I just wish I could have joined the voices and the media-slighted crowd.

Two years ago I was here in DC for an internship on the day of the march. I awoke with my normal routine, begrudgingly aware that I couldn't pound the pavement with the pro-life strangers, and walked toward the Metro station. I boarded a train bursting with the normal commuters, briefcases and cell phone chimes.

But when I exited for my stop, I noticed one woman carrying a sign as she de-trained with me. She was the only marcher in our train car and her sign was far too big to conceal.

She carried this sign
I don't know if she was one of the women behind the micro or megaphones that day, with thousands of voices to support her in sharing her story, but here she was in the middle of a DC commuter's morning, witnessing without the rest of the choir.

I can't imagine the pain of cooping with a decision to abort a child and I certainly can't imagine the kind of retribution she could have faced in risking to carry that sign as she traveled alone. That morning, I wanted to give a stranger a hug and to thank her.

When I returned home from my internship in DC, I started volunteering for Rachel's Vineyard. I encourage everyone to visit their website, inquire with your diocese about opportunities in your area, to donate (if you feel so called), and to volunteer.

You don't have to be one of the counselors in the room to give aid to the effort to provide a safe environment for post-abortive fathers and mothers. You can offer up the tedious but necessary jobs like cooking, setting up, and cleaning up.

The pro-life movement needs to be an activist movement for healing as well as a forward movement for saving lives. Consider helping with this wing!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sorry, again

This is a cop-out post, to refresh your Google Reader.

I know I've been incognito in the blogosphere for a while (has it been a month already?). Unlike my other blogging dryspells, I'm not making any promises. I do have a lot of things I want to write about, but I have to keep a pulse on my priorities.

When I start neglecting other things that are important to me, it's time to refocus. Part of my absence has been due to a new part-time job (in addition to my full-time one) with my church as a youth minister. There are other reasons I might reveal in time, but the number one reason for writing this cop-out post is:

While I love writing and sticking it up here for anyone to read, my priorities should be my relationships. It's time to nurture those.



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