“We are all involved and we all share in it, with the inescapable responsibility of choosing to be unconditionally pro-life,” Vicar of Christ, Pope John Paul II declares (Evangelium Vitae, 28, in his March 25, 1995 encyclical.
Jesus said, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God” (Luke 9:62).
Yes, in order to be Christians, we must be willing to make sacrifices for our Lord and Savior. If you are a baptized, and you have not yet left this planet, then the Catholic Church considers you a part of the Church Militant. The Church recognizes we are at battle.
The enemy is at the gate, waiting to devour us like a lion (1 Peter 5:8). This is no more apparent than the warfront of abortion.
Hey you, Christian, where are you? Why are you sitting this one out?
THE WAR IS ALL AROUND YOU
You may not be aware that an abortionist in Philadelphia was recently convicted of infanticide. His name is Kermit Gosnell. He was recently thrown in jail for killing babies after they were born alive.
If you do not know who Lila Rose is, then please visit her site at LiveActionNews.org. Lila is a beautiful, young woman who has organized several string operations against Planned Parenthood, making national headline news. Planned Parenthood is the nation’s largest abortion provider in the nation. Lila’s wanted poster is probably posted on every bulletin board inside every PP clinic. She has exposed their willingness to cover up child sex trafficking, sex-selective abortions, and abortion for racial motives, among others.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. These are battlefronts that need soldiers.
You are qualified. You have no excuses.
Want clichés? God doesn’t call the equipped, He equips the called. If you’re not upset, you’re not paying attention. Someday is today.
NO MORE EXCUSES
I know, you’re busy. We all are.
Yet, I bet if your local radio station told you that you just won a new vehicle and needed to pick it up today, you would find the time to go… Yet, babies lives are at stake every day, and do you even utter a prayer for them?
I bet if they were killing kindergarteners in your town, you wouldn’t be silent. At least I hope not. So, why is it different for the unborn babies?
So, you’re up there in age and don’t get out of the house much. Great, you can offer prayers, sacrifices, and a portion of your tithe to the pro-life cause.
Oh, you’re a stay-at-home mom, with a house full of kids. Wonderful, you now have more people to join you in your weekly, Friday Rosary for the unborn.
I hear you, you’re working two jobs and are struggling to make ends meet. That is why your thirty minute stop to pray at your local abortion mill will be a more effective prayer to God.
I have been there, a busy student with term papers to write. I imagine you make time to go to Starbucks or to watch your favorite TV show each week. Why not turn off the TV and volunteer your time for your school or university’s pro-life group? If you don’t have one, start one!
WHAT TO DO
I believe with all my heart that each and every pro-life person needs to be practicing penance if they want to see results. As in, not optional. I explain this in detail here.
Beyond that, I hereby ask you to visit your closest abortion mill(s) to pray. Being there you will be a witness to the dignity and the humanity of the unborn. I have heard it said that if a community has an abortion center with no one outside to pray, then that place may as well have a sign out front saying, signed by Christians that all are welcome here.
The father of our newest Goddaughter just joined me earlier this week outside an abortion mill for his very first time. He says he will be back and he is fired up, wanting to get more involved in the pro-life movement. This is motivation for me, having been in this for awhile.
If you have never stood outside an abortion center before, I encourage you to get involved or to start up a peaceful, public prayer campaign, called 40 Days For Life.
Other ideas are to volunteer at your local crisis pregnancy center to help mothers (and fathers) in need. You can also donate to your crisis pregnancy center. They’ll graciously take your money, but they also wouldn’t turn down a donation of diapers, formula, or our baby supplies to give away to mothers who need those resources.
Donations to your local Catholic pro-life groups, such as the largest one in the nation that my wife works for would be great. You could also write to your state or local congressman about any legislation that affects one’s right to life.
Finally, ending the practice of contraception would go a long way too. It would make for better consistency in your opposition to abortion. Also, since pro-lifers have more babies than those who support abortion, our side should continue to grow in numbers.
In short, we who have been in this battle need you to step up. It should not be the same people over and over who organize pro-life events, or run 40 Days For Life campaigns. It should be all of us clamoring to do all those things—to do everything, everything we can to end the murder of the unborn.
Let me share with you a poem that I think is very fitting here. This was written by a German man following World War II. He admits to knowing full well what was happening in those concentration camps run by the Nazis. Yet, she did not act to stop it. Let us not choose to get involved, knowing full well what happens in abortion mills every day in this country.
Sing A Little Louder
I lived in Germany during the Nazi holocaust. I considered myself a Christian. I attended church since I was a small boy.
We had heard the stories of what was happening to the Jews, but like most people today in this country, we tried to distance ourselves from the reality of what was really taking place. What could anyone do to stop it?
A railroad track ran behind our small church, and each Sunday morning we would hear the whistle from a distance and then the clacking of the wheels moving over the track. We became disturbed when one Sunday we noticed cries coming from the train as it passed by.
We grimly realized that the train was carrying Jews. They were like cattle in those cars! Week after week that train whistle would blow.
We would dread to hear the sound of those old wheels because we knew that the Jews would begin to cry out to us as they passed our church. It was so terribly disturbing! We could do nothing to help these poor miserable people, yet their screams tormented us.
We knew exactly at what time that whistle would blow, and we decided the only way to keep from being so disturbed by the cries was to start singing our hymns. By the time that train came rumbling past the church yard, we were singing at the top of our voices. If some of the screams reached our ears, we’d just sing a little louder until we could hear them no more.
Years have passed and no one talks about it much anymore, but I still hear that train whistle in my sleep. I can still hear them crying out for help. God forgive all of us who called ourselves Christians, yet did nothing to intervene.
So, are you willing to step up?
Is there something you’re willing to commit to doing?
Please sound off below.