Posts Tagged ‘pro-life’

Gerard Nadal writes:

This book addresses one of the burning issues of our day. With prenatal diagnostics leading to the abortions of the less-than-perfect among us, with parents who are frightened into paralysis by these diagnoses and a medical establishment increasingly surrendering to the cowardice of eugenics, over thirty mothers and three fathers of special needs children have stepped forward to share their journeys.

If one is looking for a feel-good easy read, this book isn’t it. This book tells the story of fear, bewilderment, broken hopes and dreams, and the triumph of love in all of its raw and untamed beauty. It is a window into the human soul, into souls that have been forever transformed by children whose needs call forth what love demands most:


For those of us who have known the unspeakable beauty of being loved by another, we know that the love we have experienced has come at a cost to the one who has loved us. They have given us their time, attention; material, spiritual and emotional substance. They have accepted us with our strengths and pursued us in spite of our weaknesses–even because of our weaknesses. They have wrapped us in their love and esteem, and lifted us to heights we never could have attained by our own efforts.

That is the sort of love that flows through this book like a rampaging river, overflowing the banks that would contain it, and flooding the surrounding countryside. It is the sort of love that is desperately sought after in a world desperate for authentic love, and purpose, and meaning.

The stories in this book are the stories a frightened and weary world needs to hear, a world that has bought into the counterfeit culture for so long it mistakes love’s essence–sacrifice–with servility, and fails to see its reciprocity…

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1. Sorry about the writing drought here. I’ve been working on books, for one thing, which has been taking just about as much typing as this body knows how to handle, and is pretty well using up most of my mind power as well. Regarding the books, I’m still just working on getting the work of the past eleven or twelve years polished, finalized, and published, in trade paperback as well as ebooks.

I spent many years making news stories fit on a page. I’d forgotten how much work it takes to make content fit a physical series of set-sized pages. Yay, ebooks.

2. Having said ‘yay, ebooks,’ I have to admit that having physical books in my hand is satisfying in ways that ebooks don’t touch. For that matter, working on proof copies of my own books has been a kick. It’s a lot of work, but it’s a kick.

3. We are having a blockbuster year for dragonflies. Last night, walking to the neighbor’s house along a lane about a fifth of a mile long, there were dragonflies perched on top of corn plants on one side of me, and dragonflies perched on the barbs of a barbed wire fence on the other side of me. They were thickly perched, both sides of the road, for most of the whole walk. I can’t fathom how many dragonflies there must be around here, just now.

4. A friend asked me the other day if the church I went to sang hymns, because a friend of hers is looking for a new church, after her present pastor decided to chuck hymns and go with praise songs to supposedly draw in young people. As it happens, I’m still church hopping/hunting myself, but the church I’ve attended the last few weeks does use a hymnal (two of them, actually), and doesn’t blast us out with over-amplified music, for which I am definitely grateful. But, you know, it’s not really about the hymns versus praise songs, in most cases. In most cases, it’s about the fact that churches that decide to become ‘seeker friendly’ tend to get rid of the very things that Christians, or even pre-Christians-on-the-edge-of-converting, are seeking. Plus, if a church thinks dumbing down the music and cranking up the decibels will draw young people, what does that say about their opinion of young people? Or their opinion of the gospel?

5. More on what’s wrong with many churches, and ‘Christians,’ today: No Discipline, No Disciple. Read the whole thing, please, but here’s a taste:

Lunde explains the dilemma: our youth are embracing a Christianity which falls far short of the truth. Why is this? It is partly because their parents and other adult models have also fallen for this watered-down version. Instead of true Christianity, they are practicing what has been dubbed as moralistic therapeutic deism (MTD). This “narcissistic” version of Christianity “requires little from its adherents.”  When the watching world sees this “insipid” – pointless and sterile – religion modeled, it develops a “pervasive disillusionment” about Christianity and its claims. This should cause a great concern among practicing Christians, not only because Christianity is always just a generation away from extinction, but even more importantly because of all the souls who are lost when truth is not being taught and embraced.

6. Another reason I haven’t been blogging much, is that I’m more active on Facebook and Twitter these days. I dragged my feet getting signed up at both those places, but I find them useful. And fun. You can find me here, here, and here.

7. You might check to see if there’s a 40 Days for Life vigil coming to a location near you this fall. This next campaign runs September 28 – November 6. There are 297 confirmed locations so far, with “46 first-time campaigns – including locations in Puerto Rico, Argentina and Germany.” Please help get the word out, in any case. Thanks. This is a matter of life and death, you know.

7 Quick Takes Friday is hosted by Conversion Diary. Go on over and meet folks, why dontcha? I’ve met some wonderful people through Conversion Diary – and the blog hostess, Jennifer Fulwiler, is delightful, intelligent, articulate, and funny. (And modest enough I’ve probably just made her blush. Oh, well.)

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Amen, and amen.

If you do not let yourself love those who have obvious handicaps, you will never know the depths of true love.

Will you be shallow, or deep?

Ruthless, or reliable?

Selfish, or loving?

Added: Sometimes Miracles Hide (The Movement), at the singer/songwriter’s website.

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are also the safest for mothers.

Hats off to Chile, Poland, and Ireland. Well done.

(If you haven’t watched the video embedded in the above-linked Thomas Peters’ post, I suggest you take a couple of minutes and watch. Delightful ads.)

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An EWTN video of the Walk for Life West Coast.

Cross-posted at Ladies for Life.

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The following is a chapter from my book Not Exactly Innocent. It’s a chapter where I detour a bit to have some fun with regional language, and with men sitting around giving each other a hard time – but it’s also one in which I toss some pro-life activism into the mix. I am pro-life, pro-marriage, and pro-family, and I hope that comes out in all my books. But in Not Exactly Innocent, much of the book revolves around bioethics, from the questions of the proper boundaries of scientific research, to the dangers of being disabled in a world awash in euthanasia advocates. The book is now available on Kindle. I’m aiming to have a trade paperback edition available soon, after we get some design details worked out.

This is the second book in the MI5 1/2 series, but I wrote it so it should be fine as a stand-alone book. It is crawling with spoilers for Not Exactly Dead, though, just so you know. The third book in the series is Not Exactly Allies.

25 – The Coffee Break

Leandre Durand and Henry Rochester rendezvoused at a coffee shop downtown, if you could call it a coffee shop, to swap notes. You could get coffee there, certainly, and pastries, not to mention cholesterol-drenched sandwiches, but it somehow didn’t seem to rise to the title of coffee shop. By some odd chemistry, it drew almost all men. Being temporary-bachelors-by-assignment, they found it surprisingly comfortable. And since the locals called it a coffee shop, they called it that, too, somewhat against their better judgment.

They didn’t have many notes to swap, unfortunately. Durand’s uncle was not turning up as hoped. Other leads were not panning out. New leads were not coming in at an encouraging rate. The FBI’s Harold MacAvoy still wished that they would go home, and was probably petitioning various governments to that effect. All in all, they’d had better investigations.

But they’d been at the game a long time and had long since learned to relax and stay hopeful. So they ordered coffee plus a cinnamon roll, nearly plate-sized, to split between them, and settled in for some mental gymnastics to keep their minds sharp. Sometimes a little bantering jarred something loose. And if it didn’t, it left a man feeling up to the task ahead of him. That was the theory, anyway. (Or the most believable excuse. (more…)

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“Suddenly, I Was Surrounded by Life”

I think that sums it up pretty well.

The article also mentions a new book: Atheist to Catholic: 11 Stories of Conversion.


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Tim Muldoon writes about lessons learned when his daughter goes to the memorial mass of a premature baby. Along the way, he describes much of what’s at the core of Christian life. Beautiful.

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Hilary White looks at classic literature, moral issues, current events, and contemporary books by bestselling author Dean Koontz. (They do tie together. Really.)

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From Mark P. Shea, answering a question on how he’d deal with a couple that aborted a baby diagnosed with severe deformity (which certainly would have been fatal, if the diagnosis was correct):

Part of the difficulty here is that such questions usually involve several parts. What does God think? What would I do? What should I make of what those people over there did? And then we start feeling torn between obeying God when He says “Don’t kill” and obeying God when He says “Don’t judge.” And in our culture, “Don’t judge” has much the louder voice because of the great terror of “imposing our values.”

Let’s start with the loudest voice: “Don’t judge.” We are bound to obey that command of Our Lord, but we are also bound to understand what it means. It does not mean, as our culture takes it to mean, “Remain agnostic about the possibility of ever knowing what is right and wrong.” It means, “Don’t play God. Don’t imagine you know the souls of others and what motivated their choices, how culpable they are, etc.” The funny thing is, our culture is ready to play God all the time, while remaining unable to say if there is such a thing as right and wrong. So let’s set aside the people in the story, whom it is not ours to judge, and simply consider the act in abstract: the deliberate taking of innocent human life. Is it wrong always?

The answer is: Yes. Always. That’s what “You shall not murder” means.

That’s the other command we have to deal with here. I think, pastorally speaking, the best thing we can do with this situation is not adjudicate the souls of people we don’t know anything about concerning a choice they have already made (since that is way too much of a temptation to judge them, especially in cyberspace where judgment and condemnation flow like wine), but to first ask ourselves how we might respond rightly in a similar situation.

In talking to my wife (the actual baby carrier in this family), she points out the following: First, ultrasounds have been wrong. Second, miracles happen sometimes. Third, and most salient here: Every baby she has had is dying. The question is, simply, when?

When we put it that way, we suddenly realize something: Knowing that the baby is going to die sooner rather than later is no reason to kill the baby. It is, says my wife, a reason to love the baby for as long as you can while it’s here. That’s very painful, but that is the risk we take every time we choose to love, because everything we love in this world is mortal.

It may be objected that a headless baby cannot appreciate our love. I would reply that a healthy baby cannot appreciate our love either, because a healthy baby has no more mind than a headless one. The whole point of parenthood, especially in its earliest stages, is radical self-giving (like Christ) to a being who is wholly incapable of giving anything back besides a sucking reflex and a poopy diaper. It’s an analogy of the grace of God, the great wake-up call enfleshed, that It’s Not About Me and What I Get From It — a short course in the life of the Blessed Trinity.

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