I am rarely speechless as some of you undoubtedly know. But today I've been wandering around pinching myself at the events that have taken place over the last few days. As you know, a group of us, nicknamed the Arizona Baker's Dozen traveled to Washington DC for the annual March and Rally for Life. All 13 of us had some experience with the pain and suffering caused by abortion. 11 of us prepared testimonials to read before the steps of the Supreme Court as is our mission with the SNM Awareness Campaign. This campaign exists to tell the truth about abortion from the perspective of real men and women who have actually endured this trauma. We now owe a debt of gratitude for so many miracles worked, friendships forged, strength recaptured and prayers answered.
All praise and glory to God, our mission is accomplished. No casualties, no flames, no wreckage. That's due to prayer because in pro-life work, there is plenty of opportunity. I would like to recognize the following spiritual warriors who deserve my gratitude and profound thanks: Ron, Candida, Char, LeeAnne, Sheila, Robbie, Ray, Christy, Father Don, Father Nick, Deacon Tom, The Arizona Knights of Columbus, St. Joan of Arc Respect Life. St. Mary Magdalene, St. Frances de Sales, St. Raphael, St. Agnes and St. Philomena. Also thanks to the families of those who traveled and stayed home to care for children, cook the meals, do the laundry and earn livings. You all were lifted in prayer at the Basilica. You made it possible for us to witness and to work for a cause to which we are all consecrated.
I think I'll try to recap all of this for you but that's going to have to be when I have a few more brain cells. For now, please enjoy the view from the cheap seats...
And I could go on and on. There is healing in the wound. Light shines brilliantly through the broken glass. And God continues to write straight with crooked lines.
More on that tomorrow.