"See, I have set before you today life and prosperity, and death and adversity…So choose life in order that you may live, you and your descendants, by loving the LORD your God, by obeying His voice, and by holding fast to Him; for this is your life and the length of your days, that you may live in the land which the LORD swore to your fathers, to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, to give them." -Deut. 30:15-20


180 movie

Some of the content of this movie is graphic. I wanted to post a note so you'd be aware prior to watching. A friend of mine shared this video with me tonight, and I thought the questions were compelling. While having very mixed emotions watching, I think there is worth in the message. Individuals do make a difference. Each one of us, and each of our voices DO make a difference. More importantly, our views can change. Many of those interviewed changed their opinions about abortion, and morality at large.


These two babies have been the face of this blog for a little over a year. The first and the second are the same little boy; one photo taken at about three weeks old, the other a year old. Thinking about this little guy today (I'm told he currently has a cold), I started to consider this blog, as well as what we were always hoping it would stand for. 
A friend and I were discussing human suffering two days ago. We decided that regardless of suffering and pain, one key issue was, "the easy road" vs. "the hard road". It can be so much easier to choose poorly. Moreover, it is often harder to seek out truth, and live with integrity in the face of condemnation. In any case, I am reminded of the name we chose for this blog, and would urge us all to remember: We fight for life. It may start in our thoughts, and in our hearts, but my prayer is that what is won through Jesus and His grace in our hearts, would become something even more in action.  God bless you all.


Blessed is the king of Israel!

Happy Palm Sunday! Apologies for the lack of posts, school just has a way of entangling itself in my life...

For today's post, I want to share a reading from the Office of Readings. For those of you who don't know, the Office of Readings is a universal prayer recited by Catholics around the world. The reading I want to share is a homily given by St. Andrew of Crete (it's the 2nd reading in the Daytime prayer if you want to look it up).

I encourage you to let this reading speak to you. I'm not going to post a reflection today, I will later this week. For now, just turn off the music, find a secluded place, and let the words of St. Andrew speak to you.
      Let us go together to meet Christ on the Mount of Olives. Today he returns from Bethany and proceeds of his own free will toward his holy and blessed passion, to consummate the mystery of our salvation. He who came down from heaven to raise us from the depths of sin, to raise us with himself, we are told in Scripture, above every sovereignty, authority and power, and every other name that can be named, now comes of his own free will to make his journey to Jerusalem. He comes without pomp or ostentation. As the psalmist says: He will not dispute or raise his voice to make it heard in the streets. He will be meek and humble, and he will make his entry in simplicity.
      Let us run to accompany him as he hastens toward his passion, and imitate those who met him then, not by covering his path with garments, olive branches or palms, but by doing all we can to prostrate ourselves before him by being humble and by trying to live as he would wish. Then we shall be able to receive the Word at his coming, and God, whom no limits can contain, will be within us.
      In his humility Christ entered the dark regions of our fallen world and he is glad that he became so humble for our sake, glad that he came and lived among us and shared in our nature in order to raise us up again to himself. And even though we are told that he has now ascended above the highest heavens – the proof, surely, of his power and godhead – his love for man will never rest until he has raised our earthbound nature from glory to glory, and made it one with his own in heaven.
      So let us spread before his feet, not garments or soulless olive branches, which delight the eye for a few hours and then wither, but ourselves, clothed in his grace, or rather, clothed completely in him. We who have been baptised into Christ must ourselves be the garments that we spread before him. Now that the crimson stains of our sins have been washed away in the saving waters of baptism and we have become white as pure wool, let us present the conqueror of death, not with mere branches of palms but with the real rewards of his victory. Let our souls take the place of the welcoming branches as we join today in the children’s holy song: Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Blessed is the king of Israel.


Happy *Belated* Anniversary!

In the midst of the rush of school and life, I forgot our anniversary (or is it our birthday?)! Yesterday, this blog turned one! For those of you who don't know, this blog was created in response to the passing the national health care bill, but also in response to the general attitude towards life in our society. Frustrated at what was going around us, we chose to stand. We chose to speak up. We chose life.

This blog has had a few makeovers, both in look and format, since then, but the idea is still the same. "We want to pray, and pray especially for life." So that is what I encourage you to do today, right now. Pray.

Pray for a greater respect and dignity for life in our culture and society...

Pray for the courage and strength to stand up whenever and wherever life is attacked...

Pray for our legislators and government officials, that the Heart of Jesus may instill in them a value for His creation...

Pray for doctors, nurses, physicians, and all medical personnel, that Holy Spirit may guide them their desire to heal and protect the human person.

Pray for all those who defend life...

Pray that we may be set aflame with love for all life: born and unborn.

Mother Mary, pray for us. Come Holy Spirit...


Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Fun fact of the day, besides being patron saint of Ireland, St. Patrick is also patron of Nigeria and engineers.

A friend asked me today what St. Patrick's day was about. Besides being the feast day of St. Patrick, I have to admit I was stumped. So I did a bit of research. The only knowledge I had about the saint is from one of those animated lives of the saints movies I watched back in elementary school. In it, St. Patrick cast out the snakes of Ireland and taught the Irish about God using a shamrock. Turns out there's been a lot of legend mixed in with the true story.

Patrick was actually born in Scotland. As a teenager, he was captured by Irish pirates and sold into slavery. For six years Patrick lived among the Irish, then controlled by the Druids, until he escaped. Called by God in a dream, Patrick became a priest, was ordained bishop, and returned to Ireland, this time on his own will to evangelize. Letting the Holy Spirit work in and through him, St. Patrick preached for 40 years, worked miracles, eventually freeing the Irish from slavery, and bringing Christianity to Ireland. (source: Catholic.org)

So there you go! The real story of St. Patrick.

St. Patrick, holy servant of God, pray for us!


The Joy of Lent

I'm excited for Lent. I told a friend that the other day and she gave me a confused look. "I've never heard anyone say that," she replied. If you think about it, she's got a point. Lent is about fasting, almsgiving, and prayer, things that people don't often seem to talk about with a smile. It's often compared to a barren and lonely desert. Not exactly the ideal vacation spot.

Lent is difficult. Fast, give alms, and pray. It took a lot of self-control not to eat the free cookies my teacher was handing out or complain as my classmates munched on chocolate goodness. I may not have much resistance to giving alms to the poor, but how much time do I give? How much time do I give to listening and being with a friend, or even a stranger? And then there's prayer. Where I end up like an inverse exponential function (forgive my nerdiness...).

But I'm excited for Lent. Why? Because as Fr. Denis Robinson puts it, "Lent is a season of opportunity, a season of promise, a season of pure joy for the grace that God has given us to really look at ourselves."

Lent is the opportunity to draw closer to God. It's the promise that no matter how hard it is to resist the temptation to snack, God's grace is stronger. It's the promise that no matter how many times or how far I fall, the Father's arms are there to catch us. And it's the promise, that if we recognize ourselves as the dust we are, and we put our hope and trust in the Lord, we will leave this desert of Lent changed.

So as we enter into this season of Lent, I'm excited for the power of the Holy Spirit to make my heart alive. Are you?

If you're still looking for ideas of what you're giving up for Lent, I suggest these sites.


Arise and shine, for your Light has come

Airports are an interesting place. So many people coming from and going to so many places, it’s amazing the kinds of things you miss. Last night my flight home was delayed almost two hours, so I did what everyone does when things get delayed: I went and got something to eat. The food court was pretty empty, only a few people scattered about. The four college girls to my left talking and laughing. The lone businessman in the corner so focused on his hamburger. And the lady in black in front of me.

As I was eating my airport sandwich, my thoughts turned to the Brandon Heath song, “Give Me Your Eyes.” In the song, Brandon Heath talks about seeing the people around him (fittingly enough, he was in an airport when he wrote it) and seeing them with the eyes of Christ.

So here I was, sitting in a lowly little airport, eating my sandwich, thinking about the way I see people and I noticed the lady in front of me again. She had gotten a sandwich and fries from Johnny Rocket’s and was just sitting down to eat it. She had a pretty thick book with her and a large black purse. What really struck me though, was this sense of sadness about her. It just looked like she was so, burdened. So weighed down with something in her life. And for a moment, as we both sat down and ate our respective meals, I saw her in a different light. I saw her as someone with a story to tell. Someone who came from somewhere and has somewhere to go. I saw her not just as a stranger, but a fellow being.

I’ve posted about this a lot in the past, but I just seem to be drawn back the theme of humanity. I struggle to put this in words, but I guess what I’m trying to say is. You are worth it. There’s a verse from a David Crowder Band song that goes: “We are loved/ And it's quite enough that/ We are loved/ If the whole world could feel like/ We could love 'cause we are loved.”

How true is that? If the whole world realized their worth in Jesus Christ, we wouldn’t have tabloids filled with people trying to find meaning in lust, drugs, money, and the like. We wouldn’t have a “holiday” of chocolate and cupids throwing paper hearts. Instead, we’d have people fully alive. We’d have people almost bursting with the joy that comes from knowing Love itself. In the words of David Crowder Band, “We can shine like You.”

So pray for the love to see the people around you as fellow sons and daughters of God. And pray that that same love may engulf you like a whirlwind and shine forth through you. 
"Arise, shine; for your light has come, And the glory of the LORD has risen upon you…Then you will see and be radiant, And your heart will thrill and rejoice” (Isaiah 60:1,5)