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Midday tomorrow, a little more than 13 hours from now, I will be climbing three steps and getting on a bus that will be taking me to Washington, D.C. I am not traveling to visit friends or family. I am not going on vacation. I am told, by those that have been there, that I will not return from this journey the same person.
March For Life is a peaceful demonstration that since 1973 has marked the somber anniversary of Roe v. Wade, a Supreme Court decision that has had a great effect on mine and countless of other women's lives. Abortion is considered the greatest human right's violation of our time. In the next two days I hope to get my mind around what it really means to be "Pro-Life". "Pro-Choice" is no longer an option for me since I now pray these words: "O, Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my trust in you". This is what it means to be faithful. This is what it means to be Catholic: I must trust in God more than myself. I didn't live that way three decades ago. I live that way now. And while this is known to be a peaceful demonstration, I can't help but feel like Doc Holliday at The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. It comes down to this: It's about life and death. This is about a decision that often takes less than thirty seconds to make. This is about an act, that each time it occurs, changes the course of history. This is about courage or the lack of courage. This is about faith or lack of faith. When The March is over, I expect to have left the old Evelyn behind. Why am I Marching for Life on January 22nd? Because an innocent life, a baby, should not have to depend on a woman, in desperation, making an uniformed decision that destroys lives. Follow www.letitallstarthere.com as I find my way through The 2015 MARCH FOR LIFE.
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Diane
1/22/2015 08:21:32 pm
By now you are probably back from your trip and I am excited to hear what you thought of the experience. I went on the March a few years ago with my daughter because I felt it was important for her to experience it and Im so glad I did. But I remember at one point, standing in the middle of this huge sea of people and wondering if it mattered at all that I had come. I didnt feel like my presence made any difference (except to my daughter) and wondered if I would feel the need to go in the future. There were just so many people and I was just one and who would notice if I wasnt there. But what if everyone there thought that way? Who would show up? It is the sheer volume of people present that speaks the loudest to our nation, that says that so many of us care about this life or death issue so yes, we do all count! Give me a nudge and hopefully I can join you next year. Leave a Reply. |
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