To the editor:
The 2014 March for Life in Washington, D.C., took place on Jan. 22. We were blessed to make it to Washington before the snow started falling— phew, thanks to God’s mercy and the prayers of all our supporters.
Although it was very cold, everything was wonderful. The miracle of our pilgrimage is that just about everyone we see is pro-life. The kindness is evident on every face. From the many bus people at the rest stops on the way to Washington to everyone at our hotel and on the streets of D.C., you just feel the camaraderie, fervor and gentleness around you. It is a surreal thing to behold, and I treasure the sweetness of it all.
We had 49 pilgrims from our area on our bus, with quite a number of first-timers. I love that. I love seeing the happiness and awe on their faces when they experience the vast number of pilgrims standing up for the unborn. As usual, the marchers in D.C. are overwhelmingly young, passionate and dedicated to being a voice for the voiceless. It warms the heart to see them marching, chanting beautiful, pro-life slogans and carrying signs that clearly tell the world they are prepared to defend life in the womb. They are indeed the pro-life generation, who want to courageously speak on behalf of pre-born children – and to witness among their peers and to everyone else. This is a feast for the eyes of us older folks and truly a great consolation for the spirit from our glorious God.
This year’s theme was “Adoption,” the noble option. In this country, for every baby that is adopted, March for Life President Jeanne Monahan explained “there are 64 that are aborted.” What a great tragedy! I still cannot comprehend how good people, even people who are family and friends of mine that I love dearly, can be so blind and misguided as to not see the humanity of unborn babies.