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Right now, all across America and in several foreign countries, hundreds of thousands of people are preparing for a pilgrimage that will take them tomorrow to the site of a grave injustice that has cost the lives of tens of millions.
The March for Life channels the vast crowds from the Mall in Washington, D.C., up Constitution Avenue, to the Supreme Court building, the site of the Roe v. Wade decision on January 22, 1973. Since 1974, the March has commemorated this deeply flawed and immoral judicial act.
Three of my tadpoles will be heading out tomorrow morning at 5 am. They will wear their long johns and snow pants for warmth, as the temperature last year was about 14 degrees Fahrenheit/ -10 degrees Celsius, although this year it should be warmer and not precipitating. Marchers tend to look at the bad weather kind of like St. Francis did.
(A St. Francis story: A monk asked him what true Christian joy is. “Imagine,” replied the saint, “that you are walking up a mountain in the dark in a snowstorm. You have no shoes, and your feet are leaving bloody tracks in the snow. You see a light up ahead from a house, and rush to the door and pound on it. Someone comes to the door and tells you to go away. You pound harder. They open the door and throw things at you and order you to leave immediately. This is perfect joy for the Christian, for our joy does not come from comfort or things in this life, but rather from seeking to do the will of the Lord.”)
They will be in prayer much of the day, from the time they start the Rosary, around 6 am, to the Mass at 5 pm at the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception celebrated by the two priests who will be accompanying them.
I won’t make it this year. My health is still iffy, and the stress of the long day in the cold might bring joy to my heart but my husband has vetoed the plan. So selfish of him to not want me to collapse… But I will pray, hard, for the marchers. For the nation. For those wounded by abortion. For the doctors and workers at abortion facilities.
I hope you will too. Peace!