I admire bloggers who are, like me, more aggregators than pure writers but I especially admire bloggers who are skilled at being both.
Greg Kandra, a Patheos blogger and Catholic Deacon you should seriously consider earmarking if you've not done so to date, is certainly skilled at both. His talents are on full display in this homily that should be heard 'round the world:
Every year on the anniversary of 9/11, I find myself thinking of 9/12: September 12th, 2001. The day after. Waking up. Looking out the window. Seeing the beautiful late summer sky that morning, just like the morning before. From all appearances, nothing had changed.
But, in fact, everything had changed.
Over a decade later, we are still grappling with how that day in history changed so much.
It is the same way, I think, with January 22nd , 1973. The anniversary of Roe v. Wade.
We tend to focus on that date as being most significant. And it is. But then there was the 23rd. The day after the Supreme Court decision on Roe v. Wade, the world didn’t look different. Life went on.
But now, as we mark the 40th anniversary of that event, we are able to see more clearly just what happened. Everything shifted. In many ways, we are living in the world of January the 23rd. It is forever the day after. And nothing has been quite the same.
How has the world changed?
Let me count the ways.
1.2 million abortions a year – roughly double the number of 40 years ago.
The total number of abortions since 1973: 54,559,000—and climbing.
In New York City today, 40% of all pregnancies, nearly half, end in abortion.
Among minorities, it’s as high as 60%.
In some neighborhoods, it’s 67%.
And that’s just the beginning. To some, it seems, that’s not enough.
In Albany two weeks ago, the governor of this state proposed an abortion bill that threatens to make New York the bloodiest state in the union.
It would permit unlimited late term abortion on demand – right up to the ninth month.
It would allow people who are not doctors to perform abortions.
It would declare that the “state shall not discriminate” against the right to abortion, a declaration that could threaten the very existence of Catholic hospitals. Long Island alone is home to six hospitals that could be crippled by having Medicare funds withheld if they refuse to comply.
If enacted into law, this bill would declare that abortion is a fundamental right that cannot be denied. No parental notification for minors, no limits on taxpayer funding of abortion, no limits on late-term abortions.
How has the world changed?
When the governor announced these proposals during his address, the audience cheered.
We have reached a point where the killing of innocents receives a standing ovation.
This morning, I was struck by the words of the prophet Isaiah: For Zion’s sake I will not be silent, for Jerusalem’s sake I will not be quiet.
For the sake of our city, for the sake of our nation, for the sake of generations yet unborn—those who do not have a voice, those who may never have a voice— we cannot be silent. We cannot be quiet.
When killing is seen as a viable option, and cheered in the halls of power, we cannot be quiet.
When scraping a child from the womb is a routine event for half the women in our city, we cannot be quiet.
When our leaders advocate laws to make death more accessible, and murder more manageable, and when living and dying are now merely a matter of choice, we cannot be quiet.
How did we get here? Have we been too passive, too complacent, too accommodating? Maybe. Maybe we have told ourselves too often, as so many have, “Well, I’m personally opposed, but I don’t want to force my religious views on someone else.”
While championing freedom and “choice,” maybe we haven’t noticed what has happened: the children who aren’t in the playgrounds or in the classrooms. Maybe we haven’t noticed the hospitals that are closing obstetrics units because so few babies are being born.
Maybe we haven’t noticed that there aren’t as many children anymore with Down Syndrome, because 90% of them are being aborted.
You can do you part in spreading that in its entirety because quite frankly, I'm not sure I've ever read anything more eloquent, more poignant and more needed.
Thank you Deacon.