Monday, January 26, 2009

March for Life Reflections

By Scott R. Wilkins

The annual March for Life has come and gone and I find myself in a pensive mood. It's always encouraging to see the thousands of fellow marchers and to reunite with old friends. But despite the hugs and warm handshakes, the march was punctuated by eerie silences. While the day was warmer than I'd anticipated, there was a chill at this year's March for Life that nothing at all to do with the weather. The stately buildings of the capitol--so recently christened with the ticker tape of the Presidential Inauguration--loomed oppressively from every side, each columned edifice a reminder that our prayers should be well seasoned with a sense of urgency. We marked the anniversary of an unfortunate court decision by rallying in Washington; Our president marked it by overturning the Mexico City policy, extending the reach of the Culture of Death. But dire as the situation may seem, we retain our hope and we redouble our efforts, confident in the power of our God.

The Culture of Death often feels like a fortified city. But imposing and unassailable as it may seem, we have only to look to Jericho to see that walled defenses crumble when the prayers of the faithful and the will of the Lord march against them. So while the mood of this year's march was perhaps more somber than year's past, the overwhelming number of walkers encouraged me. I bumped into many friends and benefactors from all across the country who are united in a common prayer. In that great column of people I even saw some members of Congress who, like modern-day Rahabs, support our cause from inside the establishment.

Our enemies look at our efforts and mock us. They sit at ease behind walls that have grown tall and imposing from decades of judicial precedent and cultural accumulation. The ask us how we can hope to prevail against such an entrenched ideology of hedonism and extreme personal entitlement. We answer as we always have--we trust in the Lord of Hosts and in His kingdom which will outlive every empire. We pray for our country, for our culture, and for our government and even if all three seem antagonistic, we know that if Christ is for us, who can be against us?


Anonymous said...

That was very inspiring. I'm sort of in awe. That was very lovely.

Thank you for writing it.

Anonymous said...

oh, er, well, thanks for posting it;
thanks to Scott for writing it. ^^;
But I'm glad I got to read it, and I wouldn't have if you hadn't posted it.

Who we are?

Every summer we, the Missionaries of the Eucharist, are walking from Lewiston, Maine to Washington, DC to proclaim the beauty of the Catholic faith to everyone we meet, specifically through the Theology of the Body.

Conversion begins in our own hearts,which is why prayer is so important to our ministry. For this reason, everyday of our ten week walk begins with daily Mass. By receiving Christ in the Eucharist, we are given the grace to be the Love of Christ not only to those in our community but also to those we meet in the streets.

We walk throughout the day to be a witness of love. We are grounded in prayer-we pray with our lips, our hearts, and our bodies. In walking an average of twenty-five miles per day, we offer our fatigue as a gift of love to Christ and the people we meet. Our walking is both sacrifice and prayer.