Today at Mass, the most beautiful girl sat in front of me. About three years old, she had cute little bangs, and fat fingers, and tights with runs in them. In the middle of the second reading, she was facing back behind me and saw someone. She waved enthusiastically and whispered, "Hi, Tom! Daddy, it's Tom!" Her dad just held her and kissed her and shushed her appropriately, patiently enduring her smoothing his hair and kicking the pew and whispering to him. And I thought of how many parents would have chosen not to give her life just because she happened to have Down Syndrome. It's tragic, because she brought me more joy this morning than anything this week.
It's been difficult working in Ob-Gyn, where all the doctors are obsessed with birth control and women being able to control their health, which translates to the health of those inside them as well. I had one attending share that she felt blessed to have the opportunity to perform 2nd trimester abortions for women throughout the region. Yes, blessed. I wanted to throw up. They call it "family planning" and tiptoe around the issue with words like "termination" and "TAB" (therapeutic abortion) but they don't see it as murder. And I find it hard to pray for them rather than gloat that some day they will meet their maker and discover they were horribly mistaken and will have to face the souls of the many lives they destroyed. What is my role in this?
Please pray for all the doctors who are deceived into thinking they are doing right by their patients, and for all the mothers, fathers, and babies who are robbed of the life God wishes for them.
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