When you think about it from the world’s perspective, the pro-life movement makes little sense.
The Supreme Court has ruled against us, repeatedly, and there’s no change in sight. Congress can’t do anything about it, even if they wanted to. When they do act on abortion, they spend millions of taxpayer dollars to pay for it. We currently have the most pro-abortion President in history, and even when we had a pro-life President the essential law went unchanged. Nominees for the Supreme Court give homage to this state of the law, referring to it as “settled law” and “binding precedent”.
In 1992, in the Casey decision, the Supreme Court called on us to stop arguing, stop marching, and just obey:
“Where, in the performance of its judicial duties, the Court decides a case in such a way as to resolve the sort of intensely divisive controversy reflected in Roe . . . , its decision has a dimension that the resolution of the normal case does not carry. It is the dimension present whenever the Court’s interpretation of the Constitution calls the contending sides of a national controversy to end their national division by accepting a common mandate rooted in the Constitution.”
The premiere elements of our popular culture are dead-set against us. All the major newspapers routinely extol the right to destroy unborn children, as to virtually all of the broadcast networks. Few leading commentators mention the issue on a regular basis.
The statistics continue to be appalling. Well over a million reported abortions each year. Untold numbers of abortions caused by “emergency contraception” or hormonal contraceptives.
So, why do we do this? Why don’t we just give up, as our culture would prefer?
The answer can be found, every year, at the March for Life.
In a sense, it can’t be called a March any more, now that the authorities in Washington have shortened the route — more of a “Stand and Then Stroll for Life”, the way it works out.
It really should be re-named as the “Celebration of Life”. That’s because the atmosphere at the March is such a rejoicing in the wonderful gift of life, and there’s such a positive, uplifting spirit in the crowd. For an event that is motivated by such an evil issue, it’s a remarkably joy-filled day.
This joy, of course, does not come from any sense of self-satisfaction. Rather, it comes from a deeper, more profound source. Whenever we do the will of God, whenever we freely choose to conform our will to His, we experience this joy. It’s like when I found that special someone and convinced her to marry me. Or when a priest, deacon or religious embraces their vocation. Or when we drop our selfish objections and set out on a cause that we know is pleasing to God and demands a serious self-sacrifice.
There is, ultimately, only one reason to be pro-life, to ride the cramped bus for hours, to stand and walk in the cold, to witness outside an abortion clinic, to write our legislators, to mentor a scared expectant mom, to have hard discussions over the kitchen table with our relatives.
God is pro-life, and He loves this cause. That’s why we do it.
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