The Annual March for Life takes place in Washington D.C. this Monday, January 24. My husband has gone consistently for the past...oh... ten years or so. Come rain, come shine, snow, come bitter cold; he wouldn't miss it. Our parish graciously provides a bus each year for marchers, not only from our parish, but neighboring parishes who do not provide transportation.
So this is the conversation between us this past weekend:
Dan: Did you grab the bulletin with the phone number to reserve our places on the bus?
Me: Yes. Oh, and could you check the long-range weather for DC? How is it going to be on Monday for the March?
Dan: What? Are you a fair-weather protester?
Me: I don't like to be cold.
Ouch. Hearing myself say that was a wake-up call!
Yes, I have my seat reserved on the bus.
NO, I still don't like being cold.
But after reading this at Catholic Vote how can I NOT go? Reading it made me cry at the inhumanity, greed, and cruelty fueled by an industry that draws its breath by stealing it from the most innocent among us, the unborn.
Crying empty tears in front of my computer screen is not enough. I will walk on Monday. I will probably be cold and tired. I will offer my discomfort, minor as it is, as a prayer for even one baby, at risk of being killed, to be spared.
Pray for the unborn.