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Monday, 29 June 2009

  • One Solitary Child

    By: Fr. Frank Pavone
    National Director, Priests for Life

    I recently had a conversation with a woman named Laura, who volunteers in the mail room at Priests for Life. She told me an interesting story about her son, Salvatore, who was born in 1973, the year Roe. Vs. Wade legalized abortion.

    After she had given birth and was in the hospital recovering from her caesarian section, she was struck by the fact that even though the maternity ward seemed to be full of women, there were no other newborn babies around except hers. In fact, her infant son was all alone in a room full of empty incubators. It was a strange and almost eerie site.

    One morning, Laura was awakened by screaming and moaning coming from down the hall. Thinking it was simply the labor pains of other women giving birth, she asked the nurse why someone didn't help them. The nurse replied matter-of-factly: "Oh they’re not in labor. They're having abortions. They didn't think it would hurt."

    It turned out that the hospital Laura was in specialized in providing abortions, and following the 1973 Supreme Court decision, their business was booming.

    The image of that ghostly maternity ward, devoid of all but one, solitary child; devoid of all the happy sounds of crying, newborn babies, with only the agonized sobbing of post-abortive mothers echoing through the empty corridors, reminded me again of how much emptier our world is because of all the abortions that have taken place since this most horrible of all atrocities was legalized.

    And make no mistake, it is the most horrible of all atrocities. Sometimes people in our own Church attempt to trivialize abortion by lumping it together with the other evils of the world - by comparing it with poverty, disease, war, etc. But as the numbers clearly demonstrate, there is no comparison. Since 1973 there have been 50 million abortions in the United States alone. Worldwide, there are 42 million abortions every year. That means that in the last thirty years, there have been over 1.5 billion abortions!

    1.5 billion! That's the equivalent of approximately one quarter of the entire population of the planet! One quarter of the earth’s population, murdered; snuffed out; gone.

    There's a famous poem about Jesus that concludes with the memorable lines: "All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as that One Solitary Life."

    Unfortunately, we can say about abortion:

    All the wars ever fought,
    All the holocausts ever perpetrated,
    All the plagues that ever raged,
    All the bombs that ever dropped,
    All the famines that ever laid waste to the land, put together, have not killed the number of human beings wiped out by abortion.

    And yet, hope endures, because God's grace abounds, even amidst such devastation.

    And what ever happened to Laura's baby? As she proudly related to me, her son, Fr. Sal, just celebrated his one year anniversary as a priest of the Catholic Church!

    Comments on this column? Go to www.askfrfrank.com
    This column can be found online at www.priestsforlife.org/columns/columns2009/09-06-29-one-solitary-child.htm
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Tuesday, 05 May 2009

  • Recent Miracle in Egypt

    I know this isn't the update that some of you have been asking for, but this story is too amazing not to share.  What's even more amazing is that, while I'm sure the entire world has heard of the "Octo-mom," this story didn't make national news.  I received the following in an email from my mom:

    A Muslim man in Egypt killed his wife because she was reading the Bible and then buried her with their infant baby and 8-year-old daughter.

    The girls were buried alive! He then reported to the police that an uncle killed the kids. 15 days later, another family member died.  When they went to bury him, they found the 2 little girls under the sand - ALIVE!

    The country is outraged over the incident, and the man will be executed at the end of July.

    The older girl was asked how she had survived and she says, "A man wearing shiny white clothes, with bleeding wounds in his hands, came every day to feed us.  He woke up my mom so she could nurse my sister."  She was interviewed on Egyptian national TV, by a veiled Muslim woman news anchor.  The anchor said on public TV, "This was none other than Jesus, because nobody else does things like this!"

    Muslims believe Isa (Jesus) would do this, but the wounds mean He really was crucified, and it's clear also that He is alive!  But, it's also clear that the child could not make up a story like this, and there is no way these children could have survived without a true miracle.

    Muslim leaders are going to have a hard time to figure out what to do with this, and the popularity of the Passion movie doesn't help!  With Egypt at the center of the media and education in the Middle East, you can be sure this story will spread.  Christ is still controlling and turning the world.  Please let this story be shared.

    The Lord says, "I will bless the person who puts his trust in me."  (Jeremiah 17)

    Please forward to all on your list and God will reward you abundantly...spread the Good News!

Monday, 27 April 2009

  • Vacation!

    My husband and I went on a cruise last week to celebrate our first wedding anniversary.  It was wonderful!  I'll try to get caught up on my subs and comments this week, as well as write a post about the cruise.  I think my equilibrium somehow got thrown off while we were on the ship, because I still feel like I'm rocking back and forth or moving even when I'm completely still.  It's the strangest feeling...I'm doing all I can to not fall off my chair or look like I'm drunk when I walk through the office.  I pray this doesn't escalade into an all-out case of vertigo like my husband went through...

    Thank you to those of you who commented on my last post.  It really means a lot to me to have support and prayers from family and friends.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

  • Long Overdue Update

    I can't even remember the last time I sat down and actually wrote something here - from the heart.  Since I lost Francis, I've done a lot of "traditional" (pen and paper) journaling.  I've had a lot of feelings that I needed to get out, but my thoughts were much too personal to broadcast here. 

    I've wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember.  On November 16, when I saw that little pink plus sign on the pregnancy test, I was the happiest I'd been since my wedding day.  In that moment, my dreams of being a mother had finally come true and I knew my life would never be the same.  In the next few weeks, I bonded with the baby growing within me.  I was constantly caressing my ever-expanding belly and saying, "I love you baby."  I grew to love my baby just as much as any mother has ever loved any child.  I cried tears of joy on December 9 at my first ultrasound; seeing and hearing the perfect heartbeat of my precious little peanut was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced.

    For the next month, I went happily about my business reading baby books and thinking of baby names.  I started collecting baby things (free samples of Desitin, Christmas gifts from family, baby clothes I couldn't resist buying) in a shoe box.  I started looking at cribs and thinking about turning our office/guest room into a nursery.  I signed up for email updates about my baby's development and thoroughly enjoyed learning about the stages my baby was going through.  Or at least, the stages I thought my baby was going through...

    My happy dreams came to a screeching halt on January 13 at my second ultrasound.  This time, when I saw my precious little peanut on the ultrasound screen, there was no heartbeat.  I was crushed.  The hopes and dreams I had for my child had vanished in an instant.  Just as when I saw that little pink plus sign, my life was forever changed.

    Francis Lindner, my precious little peanut, was welcomed into this world with open arms, an open heart, and nothing but love, joy and excitement.  Though my child only lived within my womb for eight weeks, Francis has forever changed my life.  I may not have a baby on my hip or a big pregnant belly under my shirt, but I am a mother.  My child lives on forever in heaven and will be carried forever with me in my heart.     

Thursday, 09 April 2009

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  • sweetmumbleb
    you're welcome! and same to you! it's always nice to come accross fellow Catholics. :)
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    Thank you for the add!