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The Wall Street Journal recently published an excerpt from a book called “The Grand Design” by physicists Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow. Both appear to be atheists. The title of the article is “Why God Did Not Create the Universe” The purpose of the article was to “demonstrate” that science can explain the origins of the universe without resorting to God. Yet, after reading the article, I was more convinced than ever that our wonderful universe must have been designed by an intelligent Creator.  And it’s all based on atheist science!

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Dear John,

I have been trying to reach you but I haven’t been successful in finding an email address. I hope this gets to you.

I created a poster for this year’s Life Chain on October 3.  In it is a photo…read the rest here. 

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Hi folks,

I recently had the good fortune to meet Abigail Seidman outside of the Planned Parenthood abortion clinic in Charlottesville, Virginia. Abigail is the daughter of a Planned Parenthood nurse and her testimony is quite moving. I had never considered what it’s like to grow up in a culture that embraces abortion and its tragic results.

Rob Schilling, a talented local radio talk show host on 1070 WINA, read her testimony and invited Abigail, Christina Hampton (local coordinator for 40 Days for Life) and yours truly onto his daily talk show. We’ve converted that interview into a video and I think you’ll find Abigail’s insights as a child growing up in the abortion industry eye opening.

Here is the video:

I’m also attaching a ,pdf version of her testimony. If you’re interested in contacting Abigail her contact information is included at the bottom of the .pdf with her permission.

Special thanks to Mikel Fair for sharing a video clip of Planned Parenthood escorts.

-Steve L.

I had been at college for about a month when a friend stopped by to see if I wanted to go with her to buy tampons – her period had just started. I said “Oh, good idea – I suppose I’ll be needing some…any….day….now….” As she heard my voice trail off, she raised her eyebrows and said, “How long has it been since the last one?” I said “First week of August.” She stared at me. “First week of August??? It’s almost the end of September now!!!” We bought tampons and a pregnancy test that night. It came up positive right away, and I suddenly had the perfect explanation for why I had been so tired, and craving strange foods, and feeling sick in the mornings (all of which I had just attributed to the stress of being on my own and academic pressure).

It had never occurred to me to really think about the possibility of unplanned pregnancy. I had always used condoms! The 15% failure rate with ‘perfect use’ was just a random number in my head. Condoms = safe sex = no pregnancy or disease. End of story. I was a good girl, a smart girl, my mother worked for Planned Parenthood and a private abortion clinic, so there was NO WAY it could happen to me. Now that I was… I wasn’t sure what to do. I had come to a very secretly-held pro-life position in my early teens, after reading some of the “hostile” literature in the library above the abortion clinic where my mother worked, and seeing the photos of fetal development in the medical books, plus the sometimes-graphic signs of counter-protesters at pro-abortion rallies. It really didn’t take long after I discovered the reality of what my mother and her co-workers were doing, to be horrified and wish it would stop – but I didn’t know what to do. My mother is a very controlling, volatile person, and expressing an opinion that differed from hers, particularly on a political issue, was simply not permitted. So I toed the line of radical feminism, kept my mouth shut, and suffered inside every time I had to think about abortion – which was often, given that I spent my Fridays as an escort at her clinic, and had to deal with the constant pleas of the sidewalk counselors as well as seeing the women coming in and out, often crying, sometimes downcast with a hostile-looking partner or parent dragging them along by the arm, sometimes lashing out in rage – but never, EVER calm, confident, and happy – which is what I had been told, over and over again, was in fact the case.

Everyone who has an abortion wants one. Everyone feels relieved afterwards. No-one ever suffers psychological ill effects, whether before, during, or afterwards – and if they say they do, it’s only because they’ve been brainwashed by the evil Christians who want to keep women barefoot, pregnant, and illiterate. They must have been weak. That’s not our fault. We did what was best for them and now they’re being ungrateful. They should just grow up and get over it.

I called my boyfriend and told him. He was a year younger than me, and still in high school. He didn’t want me to have an abortion, but he didn’t feel ready to be a father, so we agreed fairly quickly that adoption was our best choice. He was worried about telling his parents, but I thought maybe I could hide my pregnancy from them, disappear for a bit – I *was* away at college, after all – or just hope that they would be happy that we were adopting instead of ‘ruining our lives’ with young parenthood. They were Catholic, so I was fairly confident that their disappointment or anger would come from the fact that we had had premarital sex in the first place, not that we had ‘gotten caught’.

My parents were another story. My father wanted me to drop out of college, move back into his home, and be a single mother. He didn’t have any specific objections to abortion or adoption – I think he just wanted me home again instead of off on my own, growing up. When I insisted on staying in college and doing an adoption, he said he would support me no matter what I chose.

On to my mother. I knew what was going to happen, but I braced myself and called her anyway. I told her I was about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant, and before I could say anything else, she positively chirped, “That’s fine, sweetie, I’ll call Marty and we’ll get you taken care of next weekend. You’ll need to get yourself to the airport but I’ll pay for the plane tickets and Sara will probably fly in too and some other people might come from Toledo, I thought we’d have you done in Cleveland because then we can stay with Mary and you would like the clinic there better, it’s more to your taste, totally medical and not new-agey – ” I cut her off. “Mom? I, um, I talked to Zach already, and we want to do an adoption, and Dad says it’s my choice and I can handle it however I want and he’ll support me…”

Her voice turned icy. “Well, if that’s how Daddy feels then he WILL have to support you. If he wants you to ruin your life by having a baby, then HE can pay for EVERYTHING for you and IT, and I will never put another cent toward your education. I’ve devoted my life to helping women who need abortions, and now you’re the one who needs help, and I’m going to help you, so that’s that, okay???”

I said I wanted to think about it, hung up, and unplugged the phone.

I went to see a counselor the next morning. She was a friendly, middle-aged lady who immediately put me more at ease. When I told her I was pregnant, she said “Congratulations!” That was a bit of a shock. I stayed calm and just told her my predicament – how everyone was already decided on adoption except my mother – and what consequences that could have. I wasn’t surprised when she was adamantly against going along with my mother’s wishes and having an abortion – this was a Catholic college, after all – but I wasn’t expecting her to lay out a complete solution in short order. Open adoption? Check. Stay in college? No problem, there would be funding. Place to live on breaks when I might not be able to go home? Something would be worked out. No medical insurance? Adoptive parents would gladly pay the prenatal and birth costs. It sounded too good to be true – and I had been raised to believe that nobody ever helped anyone else out unless there was a catch somewhere, and that pro-lifers hated women and were never interested in helping pregnant women or their babies beyond getting them out alive. I left in a state of utter numbness. This woman had promised me everything – EVERYTHING I could possibly have asked for in this situation, but I didn’t trust her. I couldn’t trust anyone. I went back to my dorm room and cried for the rest of the day.

My mother called around noon. I told her about my discussion with the counselor and she blew up at me (predictably). She screamed that she was going to sue the college for advising any option other than abortion, and she threatened to cut off my tuition and any other support

money. I gave in. Immediately she fell back into cheerful mode, bubbling on about how great it was going to be to get her friends together to celebrate my rite of passage. She said she would buy the tickets right away after we got off the phone, and that she would call back once she knew my flight time and which airport.

I got a call that afternoon from the counselor. She had found a couple to adopt my baby, just that quickly. They already had two adopted children and wanted a third. They were well-off, and the mother stayed home. They were very open to doing an open adoption, including taking me into their home if needed. They wanted to meet me as soon as possible. They wanted to meet my boyfriend too, if he was willing, because they wanted both birthparents involved in their children’s lives. It sounded perfect. And I had to tell her no. She pleaded with me to come to her office again, to talk to the adoptive parents on the phone, to at least take a week to consider all options before making my final decision. I told her what my mother had said, and that she was already buying the plane tickets and I had no choice. I remember that, so clearly, more clearly than anything else about my abortion. I said: “I HAVE NO CHOICE.” In a last-ditch effort, the counselor told me that if I aborted I would go to hell. I was an atheist at that point, so the threat was empty to me. I said: “I’m more afraid of my mother.” and hung up.

After my mother called to confirm the travel plans, I called my boyfriend and father again and told them what had happened. I still felt strangely numb inside. I wasn’t crying, I wasn’t sick, I wasn’t even angry. I just shut down. I went home to visit them for a few days before the abortion. My boyfriend came over after school and we just held each other and cried for hours. I think he cried more than I did, I was still trying to just numb everything out.

I skipped my classes for the rest of the week, and just hung up on people if they called and told them to go away if they knocked on my door. I alternated between curling up in bed and crying, drinking until I passed out, and waking up to start crying again. On the day I was scheduled to leave, I woke up and started drinking right away to numb myself up for the coming weekend. I packed a bottle in my backpack for the trip. I felt guilty for drinking while pregnant, even though I was going to *kill* the baby in less than 24 hours. My maternal instincts were so strong, had been from the moment I found out I was pregnant, that it took every ounce of will power I had to keep going and not run back to college and throw myself on the mercy of the pro-lifers. I stopped in the bathroom of the airport on the way to my flight, to slug down as much liquor as I could stand. I don’t remember the flight, or anything else until the next morning.

The next thing I remember is waking up with a terrible hangover, and doing my pre-abortion paperwork with my mother standing over my shoulder while everyone else ate breakfast and chatted excitedly about my big day. Since I was a VIP, I wasn’t going to be looking at the fetal development pictures, having any counseling, or doing a waiting period. I just filled out the required paperwork like a robot while my mother told me what to write and where to sign. I remember a sheet with a list of emotions, my mother explained that that would be submitted to some sort of review board and that any “wrong” emotions would be “ammo” for the pro-lifers, so she told me which boxes to tick: happy, relieved, peaceful, optimistic, confident… my

pencil kept veering toward terrified and suicidal but I did as I was told and before long we were ready to go to the clinic. We went to the staff entrance so I wouldn’t come into contact with the sidewalk counselors, and my mother held her hand over my eyes as we drove past them so I couldn’t see their signs.

I didn’t have to wait long – again, the VIP treatment. Before I knew it I was on the table and waiting for everyone to crowd in so the doctor could begin. I know there must have been lights on, but for some reason I remember it as being dark. There were about 8 people in the room, including my mother, myself, and the doctor. Her friends were so excited. They kept saying things to me like, “You’re part of the sisterhood now!” It started and I still felt mostly numb, until the pain took over. It was excruciating, but I kept a stiff upper lip and didn’t make noise. I let out a tiny cry at the end, when it hurt the most, and then immediately braced myself for my mother’s reaction – but she wasn’t upset. As the doctor cleaned up and left the room for the next patient, my mother helped me to sit up. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I am so proud of you, sweetie.” Looking back on it, I realized that, despite my previous track record of academic and artistic achievements – this was the only time in my life that my mother had ever said she was proud of me.

I was taken to recovery and everyone left for a celebratory lunch. I was alone, and no VIP treatment this time. The nurse was someone I didn’t know, and she was extremely hostile. I saw her bring in another girl and put her in the chair across from mine. The other girl looked up at me through her tears and said, “You, too?” I nodded. She said, “It hurts, doesn’t it? I mean it really hurts.” I said “Yes, it does”, and the nurse stormed over and shouted “NO TALKING!” at us, then pulled a curtain to separate us. A while later, my mother and her two best friends came back to pick me up. I was in a lot of pain and just wanted to go home to bed, but they were adamant that I deserved my celebratory dinner. I could barely eat, and when they went to another place for ice cream afterward, I spent the entire time in the bathroom vomiting and crying. The only one who came to check on me was my mother’s friend’s 10 year old daughter. (Ironically, she had been born when her mother was 16. I always wondered how she felt about that, and how her mother felt about working as an abortion counselor after choosing life as a teen mother. She wasn’t in it for long – a few years later she started working with elderly people instead and as far as I know, she still does.) After the ice cream, we put the top down on the car and went for a scenic drive. I hated every second of it. I was still in agony and I hadn’t been given a prescription for pain medicine – the doctor offered, but my mother vetoed it. I couldn’t sleep that night because of the pain. The next day my mother found the Kahlua bottle in my bag, and took the rest of it for her and her friends to make milkshakes for breakfast. I didn’t get one – she said I shouldn’t have alcohol so soon after an abortion. The flight back was barely manageable – I limped to my seat and left a bloodstain when I got up. I couldn’t get back to my dorm fast enough, to lock myself in my room and drink until the pain – and everything else – went away.

I tried to cope and act normal once I was back at college, but I still felt empty and numb and self-loathing, and while I did well in my classes, my social life was nearly non-existent. I went home most weekends to visit my boyfriend and cry together. His grades started to plummet as

he spent more of his time and energy on drinking and partying, getting mostly C’s his senior year and wrecking his previous A average, and losing interest in his extracurricular activities and sports. He went to a “party school” college and lasted a year and a half before dropping out. We broke up a year after the abortion, but remained friends for a few more years. The last time I heard from him he was heavily into drugs, promiscuously bisexual, and working on and off as a waiter.

In the last few weeks of the semester, I started getting warning letters saying that my tuition hadn’t been paid, and that I wouldn’t be able to register for classes. I checked with the financial office and found out that other than my books and some startup fees, nothing had been paid. I called my mother and got a very unexpected message. She felt that she had done enough to help me by arranging my abortion, and that my dad should be responsible for my education since “he was the one who wanted you in the first place”. My parents’ combined income was far too high to qualify me for any sort of financial aid, and my father didn’t want me to go to college in the first place, so that was that. I packed up and left the day exams started. I had A’s in every single class.

In the space of a few months I had gone from bright, hopeful young honor student with perfect boyfriend and prestigious university, to… what? I didn’t know. I knew how to drink, party, eat, and cry. So I did those things. Addictively. I spent endless nights in my room weeping and cutting and burning myself. I have physical scars to match the mental ones, and I considered suicide more than once. I went from anorexia to bulimia to compulsive overeating and back again. The future that I had always seen – the one my mother planned out for me and pushed me toward – had evaporated. I knew one thing for certain – I was never going to be the feminist lawyer of her dreams. I spent a few years going aimlessly from job to job, never lasting more than a few months. Most of the time I was unemployed and hung around the house reading, drinking, and waiting for the next opportunity to party.

I had nightmares all the time – when I could sleep. I slept with all the lights on and music playing for years, because I was terrified of darkness and silence.

When I was 22, I met my husband. He seemed too good to be true – but I had learned my lesson about ‘too good to be true’ things, and took a chance. Things seemed to be looking up for me, and they were. But I still had problems. We both wanted children, but I was afraid of everything about it – afraid something would go wrong with the pregnancy, afraid of giving birth… What if I couldn’t get pregnant again in the first place? Most worrisome of all, I still had problems with alcohol, drugs, and self injury. I just couldn’t believe that I could ever be a good mother after what I had done.

We started trying to get pregnant a few months after our wedding. It took 8 months to get a viable pregnancy, with a few very early miscarriages along the way. When I finally became pregnant and it stayed, week after week, I was elated – but it alternated with dread.

When we found out it was twins, I was even more elated, and somehow it seemed less

terrifying. I felt like, in some way, my dead baby was being replaced by getting two for one. I lost one of the babies at 7 months gestation, the other was born full-term and healthy. I wouldn’t let myself grieve over his sister – after all, fetuses aren’t babies and we don’t grieve when they die, because they weren’t really alive. I was still stuck with a lot of the old abortion mind-set.

When he was 7 months old, we started trying to get pregnant again. It took 6 months and one early miscarriage. I had hyperemesis gravidarum this time – imagine the worst morning sickness ever, only it lasts all day and night. I lost 15 pounds in my first trimester (everyone told me I looked fabulous, of course!). I refused medication, feeling like I deserved to suffer somehow, until I started having painful, regular contractions at the end of my first trimester, and decided to accept medication for my constant nausea and vomiting, as well as go on partial bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. Thankfully, there were no more threatening contractions, and the rest of the pregnancy progressed smoothly. My second son was born, perfectly healthy, on Valentine’s Day. I felt wonderful at first, but quickly descended into postpartum depression.

A month after that, I lost my endometrium to early-intervention cancer treatment – and with it, my ability to have more children. My emotional problems and guilt spiraled and I ended up on several antidepressants and anxiety medications. I started a business to try to jolt myself out of it, but the stress just made me turn to alcohol again, combining it with pills. When my business failed, nearly taking my marriage with it, I felt completely helpless – on the verge of losing everything and ending up hanging around my father’s house drinking and reading for the rest of my – hopefully short – life. My husband and I reconciled, taking some very positive steps, but my drinking was still out of control and I was tired of trying to be perfect and then plummeting back down to the depths again. I started searching for something – anything – that could make a difference IN me and not just FOR me – something that would heal me spiritually, somehow. The tipping point was when my older son was diagnosed with autism, and all of the support groups and websites were religious, generally Christian. I tried asking around on atheist sites, but the overwhelming response was “I’m sorry you weren’t able to find out and abort him in time.” The thought of not having my son, difficult though his condition sometimes is, was unthinkable. I realized that I *was* a good mother, a loving mother, and most importantly, now, without question, a pro-life mother. I started to explore Christianity, and somehow it didn’t seem as hostile and threatening now. In fact, it seemed like just what I needed. I started my exploration with the intent of becoming a cultural Christian, just to have a group of friends who supported and affirmed me and my special-needs child – but before long, I accepted it as not just a nice idea, but as the actual truth. I accepted Jesus as my savior in June of this year, and was baptized in August.

As important as my faith now is to me, it is not the most important lesson I want people to take away from this. It is important to recognize and effectively counter the culture of death that drives the abortion industry. Most people who are pro-choice have no idea about it. If they have given the issue any thought at all, they view it as either a religious one – “Christians hate women and sex” – or a civil rights one – “women have the right to make their own reproductive decisions”. Many of them are unaware of the scientific facts about fetal development. Many of

them are unaware of the statistics and medical facts regarding miscarriages, infertility, infection, ectopic pregnancy, difficult births, cancers, and mental health issues that so often occur in post-abortive women. Many of them are unaware of the non-religious arguments against abortion. It is worth noting that I considered myself pro-life – although not an activist – for ten years before coming to belief in God. I was, and am, pro-life because I believe that the potential negative physical and mental effects on women outweigh the dubious positive of “not having to have a baby”, and that the fetus, from the moment of conception, is a separate human being with unique DNA, who deserves the right to life as much as any person, regardless of their state of weakness, helplessness, or dependency. I see a slippery slope effect in our post-abortion culture, where children, the disabled, and the elderly are becoming devalued as “dependent” or “unproductive”. The value of a person is without measure. It cannot – SHOULD not – be measured by intelligence, strength, appearance, economic status, ability to communicate, mobility, or any other subjective man-made standard. A person is a person, and if we allow – even encourage – them to be killed in abortion, then all manner of currently unspeakable horrors may become commonplace.

I have hope that this may not come to pass. Through a combination of effective outreach and activism, prayer, public testimony, sidewalk counseling, and simple private conversations, I believe we can – and will – change this world, one person at a time, from an uncaring, selfish, shallow culture of death; to a vibrant, joyful culture of life. We who belong to the culture of life must be careful to avoid artificial divisions that threaten our progress toward our common goal. Catholics, Protestants, Jews, Buddhists, members of other religions, and atheists can and should all work together. There are so many opportunities and ways in which to help end the suffering and violence of abortion, and even the tiniest action makes a difference.

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I found this cartoon amusing.  It summarizes how I feel about politics these days, in both Canada and the U.S.

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Faithful Catholics in the West are genuine heroes.  It takes heroic virtue to be a faithful Catholic these days.  May God bless your good work.

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Science lends credence to the Biblical account of the parting of the Red Sea in the Book of Exodus.  The writer attempts to put some sort of spin to make it seem like it could have been a natural phenomenon, but let’s not get ridiculous.  It takes more faith to believe that this was a fluke that to believe in God.

New computer simulations have shown how the parting of the Red Sea, as described in the Bible, could have been a phenomenon caused by strong winds.

The account in the Book of Exodus describes how the waters of the sea parted, allowing the Israelites to flee their Egyptian pursuers.

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Last night at Morgetaler’s abortuary at 65 Bank Street, otherwise appropriately named as ‘Ground Zero’ by pro-life activists, the 40 Days for Life Campaign officially kicked off in Ottawa.  Some 300 faithful attended Mass at St. Pat’s and then approx. half of this number walked by candlelight to Ground Zero to hear some words and music of encouragement from organizers.  The campaign is part of a much larger effort across North America and EuropeIn Canada, we have 9 cities participating in this particular campaign - an almost two-fold increase from the last campaign. This campaign will be more modest in scope from previous campaigns with participants asked to cover a 12 hour period from 7AM-7PM every day for the next 40 days.  Socon or Bust readers are encouraged to sign up and engage in the spiritual war.

One of the speakers tonight was “Doris”, the head sidewalk counsellor who counsels women against abortion as they enter the abortuary.  She’s part of an organization called “Helper’s of God’s Precious Infants’.  In her talk, she gave a very tragic statistic.  Abortions are performed Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays and occasionally on Saturdays at Morgentaler’s killing centre.

9 abortions in the morning.

9 abortions in the afternoon.

I’m not sure why this had a profound effect on me.  Maybe it was because it was such a definite number, apportioned during  specific parts of the day.  Maybe it was the exactness of it all.  Before we have lunch today, 9 babies will have been targeted and terminated at 65 Bank Street.  Three times a week.  Over 50 babies/week.  In Ottawa. Where you live.

Dismembered and then shipped off for incineration…or some other form of Godless disposal.

So, can you tell me why exactly you can’t spend one hour in prayer where they are murdered?


Is it really that much to ask? Is it?

H/T Big Blue Wave for the pics.

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September 2, 2010 ( – Pro-lifers in a record 238 locations in the U.S., Canada, Australia, England, Northern Ireland and Denmark are now preparing for 40 Days for Life campaigns from September 22 to October 31.

This year, nine Canadian cities are gearing up to mobilize people of faith and conscience for the seventh coordinated 40 Days for Life campaign.

These unified efforts have seen more than 350,000 people joined together in an historic display of unity to pray and fast for an end to abortion. The campaigns have resulted in at least 35 abortion workers quitting their jobs and walking away from the abortion industry, six abortion facilities completely shutting down following local 40 Days for Life campaigns, and documented reports of at least 2,811 lives that have been spared from abortion.

In addition to the babies, nearly 3,000 women have been spared from the suffering, trauma and regret that come with the decision to abort one’s child.

The Canadian cities hosting the 40 Days for Life campaign are:

Calgary, Alberta

Edmonton, Alberta

Winnipeg, Manitoba

Sudbury, Ontario

Perth, Ontario

Ottawa, Ontario

Montreal, Quebec

Moncton, New Brunswick

Halifax, Nova Scotia

More cities and towns may come on board to host a 40 Days for Life campaign as the start date approaches.

Georges Buscemi of Quebec Life Coalition, which organizes the Montreal 40 Days for Life campaign, recalled the success of the Spring 2010 edition of the 40 Days for Life in Montreal.

“We did it!” Buscemi said. “We prayed and fasted and held vigil outside of the Morgentaler clinic for 40 consecutive days, 12 hours a day, praying for the babies and their mothers and for the society that abandons them to their fate.”

Buscemi said this fall will mark the 4th edition of the Montreal 40 Days for Life, and has invited anyone elsewhere in Quebec who is thinking of organizing a 40 Days in their own town to contact him.

“We’ll be able to help them considerably,” Buscemi said, “with bilingual materials and tips on how to recruit. There’s no reason to hesitate: this is an adventure of a lifetime, and a way to save lives.”

Go to the Campaign Life Coalition website for information on 40 Days for Life campaigns in Canada.

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FARGO, North Dakota, September 13, 2010 ( – A Catholic bishop in North Dakota has asked priests and pastors of his diocese to take the lead this year in the 40 Days for Life campaign.

Bishop Samuel J. Aquila of Fargo sent a letter dated August 27 to his Catholic priests asking them to attend 40 days vigils alongside many of their parishioners who have “joined with people of other faiths to raise awareness of the scourge of abortion on our state” since fall 2007.

The 40 Days for Life campaign in North Dakota starts September 22 and will run through October 31.

While pointing out that pro-life Catholics have prayed for an end to abortion in their homes, churches, and chapels, Aquila asked his priests to dedicate some time for visible witness with the faithful on the sidewalk outside the abortion facility in Fargo.

“I know what a busy time this is for you in the parishes, yet I ask that you schedule one more very important thing on your calendar: your hour of prayer outside the abortion facility,” wrote Aquila. “I encourage you to tell your parishioners when that hour will be so that they may join you, or pray in union with you from wherever they may be at that time.”

Aquila also said that on Sunday, September 26, he would lead the annual Eucharistic procession, the Walk with Christ for Life, to the abortion facility. On Thursday, October 28 at 2 p.m., he will join pro-life witnesses praying at the abortion facility, after the conclusion of the Diocesan Pastoral Council meeting.

Aquila urged his pastors to “make every effort to encourage your parishioners to pray and fast during the 40 Days for Life North Dakota campaign.” He added that many groups and individuals “have been blessed by the sacrifices they have made as witnesses to the dignity of all human life.”

This year’s 40 Days for Life campaign has a record 238 locations in the United States, Canada, Australia, England, Northern Ireland and Denmark. The multi-faith campaign is a peaceful 40 day vigil of prayer, sacrifice, and fasting outside abortion facilities with the goal of ending abortion and building a culture of life starting with local communities.

To read Bishop Samuel Aquila’s letter to priests click here.

To learn more about 40 Days for Life visit here.

To learn more about 40 Days for Life North Dakota visit here.

What a wonderful witness by a great bishop.

Here in Canada, of course, our bishops are going to have a debate next month on whether it is prudent or not to give money to D&P’s abortion-pushers.

I see we are getting a preview of the goats and sheep Our Lord prophesied about.

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The video below presents an interesting discussion on how Christians politicians in the U.S. are treated by the media.  Canadian politics is no different.

The liberal media hold witch hunts against faithful Christian politicians but they give a free pass to liberal Christians who embrace homosexuality and abortion.  That makes sense on some level.  After all, the liberal Christian politicians aren’t a threat.  Heck, they’re barely even Christian so there’s no reason to fear that they might change anti-family legislation on which the whole liberal lifestyle is based.

But the media overlooks a fundamental lack of logic among these liberal Christian politicians that should make them dubious candidates to hold public office, even in the eyes of atheists.

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This was a wonderful speech by Archbishop Chaput, one of the few solid bishops in North America today. He hit the nail right on the head in every topic he answered.

If you want to hear a bishop teach THE REAL CATHOLIC FAITH, then I highly recommend this talk. It’s long, but it’s worth it.

As you will see, the good bishop takes direct aim at John F. Kennedy and explains why his abdication of his faith in gaining the Presidency has marginalized religion in the public square for all Christians.

We live in amazing times. They are times where a Catholic bishop receives a warm welcome at a Protestant university and is not welcome at a “Catholic” one. And the bishop notes this paradox in his opening remarks too.

Transcript here.

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Over the years, John has frequently written about “sham unity“, where people in the Church, particularly clergy, feel the need to “gloss over” major dissentions or scandals among some of the brethren in order to avoid breaking the image of “unity”.  As John has rightly pointed out, this is just a facade, a hypocrisy.  The divisions are real, but many in the clergy refuse to address them.  As any alcoholic or drug addict will tell you, the first and essential step towards a solution requires that you admit there’s a problem.  Too many clergymen refuse to do so.

Breaking this false unity is an essential step.  But don’t take my word for it.  Listen to what St. Paul told the Corinthians in his First Letter.

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Speaking in England on September 9, the Russian Orthodox prelate in charge of ecumenical relations minced no words as he blasted developments in contemporary Anglicanism. In the presence of Archbishop Rowan Williams of Canterbury, Metropolitan Hilarion of Volokolamsk criticized “the unrestrained liberalization of Christian values [that] continues in many communities of the Anglican world,” as well as the Church of England’s moves towards a female episcopate. He added, “It is impossible to pass silently by the liberalism and relativism which have become so characteristic of today’s Anglican theology.”

Metropolitan Hilarion also spoke of “the possibility of establishing an Orthodox-Catholic alliance in Europe for defending the traditional values of Christianity. The primary aim of this alliance would be to restore a Christian soul to Europe. We should be engaged in common defense of Christian values against secularism and relativism.”


In addition, the phoney baloney ‘unity’ we’ve had to endure these past 50 years is finally being crushed. Thanks be to God for that.  In its place, of course, we finally get some real progress in discussions where they count — in the Culture War.  And who knows, as a result of that, theological differences may one day be overcome too.

And, as a bonus, Küng is getting kicked to the curb too.

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Sadly, too many Catholics think that ecumenism is about finding a happy medium, a compromise, mid-way point where we can all get along with our separated brethren.

That’s not what the Pope thinks.  Read this excerpt:

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H/T Concerned Catholic Parents of Ottawa

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This is a powerful clip of preaching by Father John Corapi on our call to holiness and our need to be relentless in persevering.  Somebody added some dramatic background music, like if it was a passionate rally cry in a Hollywood movie.  I think the music works pretty well. :-P

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by Chris Beneteau

The mystery of motherhood was never more apparent as I sat nervously and stroked the face of my wife as she gave birth to our ninth child (Lila) by caesarian section.  This is a mystery that we fathers can never truly understand because, while we may experience the pain of seeing one of our loved ones suffering, we can never willingly embrace pain so that new life will emerge from our bodies. Read the rest of this entry »

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New York has everything, from the sublime to the ridiculous.  The Helpers of God’s Precious Infants, a robust group of pro-lifers that pray and witness outside abortion facilities throughout the city, are definitely part of the sublime.  I got to witness them in action during my recent stay in New York.

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Life is getting difficult for global warming advocates because nature isn’t complying with the ominous predictions that the so-called experts have been making for years.  Let’s look at some predictions made by Dr. Jim Hansen, head of NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies.  Dr. Hansen is one of the world’s leading “experts” on global warming.  Yet his predictions have proven brutally wrong.

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