This is the first year I have missed the Walk for Life in San Francisco in a long time. As I write this we are in between that walk and the larger one in D.C. I missed it because I would have had to cross the great Sierra Nevada mountain range in a snow storm, and I am still recovering emotionally from an automobile accident in the snow at home.
But, as usual in these situations, all is not lost. I was able to see the Walk on EWTN television and watch the Inauguration of Donald Trump and then the Million Women March. Of course, this later march got the press coverage even though our Walk for Life in San Francisco happened down Market Street earlier the same day.
Was This Still an Important Day?
All of this walking and marching made me think of our present situation regarding abortion. That is my emphasis in today’s politics. I came late to the issue, being typically uninterested because I thought it didn’t affect me. My children were adopted and my married life had no reason for concern about unintentional births. A surgery took care of that, and I was in an agnostic moral stupor.
I had vague understandings, left over I am sure, from my Episcopal upbringing and the natural law. This was what the Episcopal church once was in the 1940-50s. I lived more of a cultural religious life than an actual understanding of Gods word. Similar, I believe, to Donal Trump’s approached religion. With the addition of – Women, beautiful women, and conquest of those women. The caption in the 1964 New York Military Academy yearbook under a picture of Trump says, “Ladies’ Man: Trump.”
Abortion: Role Reversals
This inaugural day, I saw Cecile Richards, president of the Planned Parenthood Federation of America, marching in D.C. For once she was not standing next to people of power. She was out of power since our abortion president had just flown away (goodbye), leaving behind his tragic version of hope and change. I don’t know if he hoped to strangle our faith when he took office, but he made changes that caused the little Sisters of the Poor to suffer and tried to reduce faith to worship inside of a building – never to come out in the daylight.
This day became a complete reversal of public America regarding many of our Catholic beliefs and renewed the public approval of our Christian way of life. I never in a million years thought I would yearn for the days when it seemed like, most of America paid lip service to faith. Days when we went to church on Sunday because it was expected socially. If ever asked why we went to church our answer was always; because it is the right thing to do, or God is our Father, or He created us. Vague reasoning that satisfied questioning, but not our salvation. Then on Monday morning or even Sunday afternoon, our main thoughts turn to … women, beautiful women, and conquest of the aforementioned women.
At least we went to church and were exposed to the faith.
Why Were the Marches Important?
Seeing these marches in different cities of the United States at first made me very disappointed in my fellow men and women. Look at all of those women of the same mind. Women were demanding something. Several people reporting the news noticed a large amount of public profanity with children looking on. In a case of the blind leading the sighted, Pro-life women’s groups were denied a sponsorship role reasoning that choice involves also having the baby if desired. Everything is covered. Ignoring the obvious relegation of women in the womb being also chosen to be thought of as a basket of deplorables. A basket can be a delightful pastoral metaphor, but in this case without the feminine pink bow decorating the handle, or cute pink hats atop their babies heads, or the beautiful nurturing intention.
Kristan Hawkins of Students for Life noted:
Our team has just landed in D.C. for the “Women’s March.” We are at Union Station and I have to tell you, I’ve never seen anything like it.
It’s so sad. While women around the world fight for the right to go to school, choose their career paths, and even choose the husband of their choice, American women have taken to wearing pink “p*ssy hats.” There is a literally of sea of them.
Already, I’ve had a mother come up to yell at us for wearing our “Defund Planned Parenthood” shirts and tell me that she thought about aborting her daughter and it wouldn’t have killed her…it would have simply been an abortion. She did this while her young daughter stood and watched.
Last night before I boarded my flight, I saw a mother putting a pink p*ssy hat on your eight year old daughter and take pictures of her.
The numbers are irrelevant. This just part of the same bunch that voted for Clinton, voted against Trump and voted FOR abortion. This is nothing more than roughly one-half of our country that ideologically stands opposite to me and the other half. Whether it is voting or marching, the way we want our lives to be lived differs greatly in just a few areas. Our regard for unborn human life, how we use sex, how we define marriage, and how we view the use of law to institutionalize these beliefs.
Not a trivial list.
These are major differences that naturally prevent our ever coming together and be united. Minds will need to influence a change of mind. Evangelization can cause our opposite thinking citizens to look outward and upward to God. To leave behind the selfish emotional feelings that only breed divorce and separation.
And the Winner Is…
So, the unlikely election of a crude, rude man, who is revered by his family, has caused a reversal of roles. He won the game he was given to play. The same game everyone else was given – the Electoral College. If you want him to compete in the majority vote game, then change it and wait and see in 2020.
The symbol of this reversal is Cecile Richards, kicked to the curb. In the street instead of in the White House. Big changes have been promised to religious leaders by Trump. De-funding Planned Parenthood, conservative judges in the Supreme Court as well as in other Federal Courts, reinstatement of the Mexico Cty Policy that has been ordered by several past presidents, and an implied retreat of the attacks by government on Christianity and our Catholic faith.
Little Sisters of the Poor, hang on, we are coming.