Saturday, January 23, 2010

I finally made it

January 22, 2010, 11:30 am at the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington, DC, my daugher and I sat in a pew among thousands of other Catholics and friends making a stand in the defense of our unborn precious fellow human beings. Singing the Processional Hymn, "All Creatures of Our God and King" the moment caught me, I couldn't continue singing, tears flooded my eyes. I found myself saying,
"I'm here, I finally made it here for you."
Tears flooded my eyes and ran down my face without warning. All I could do was stare into the face of the "Christ in Majesty" behind the altar with His mighty expression, strong muscular physique, flames of power, and glorious nature knowing full well that we have let Him down on this one. At this moment we were presenting ourselves in penance and sorrow for the millions of souls that went unrecognized and discarded as inconvenient matter.

Our Mass, the state of North Carolina, was celebrated by our 2 bishops, with my bishop serving as the Homilist. He began by telling us about the plight in Haiti with the people there calling out to us, "We need help! We need prayers!" and how America is coming to their aid, including the Catholic Church of America with second collections being donated and medical teams serving in Haiti. He then turned to our children in the womb who are calling out as well, "We need help! We need prayers!" They are defenceless and vulnerable to destruction. We need to hear their pleas and continue to fight for their rights to be born and pursue healthy happiness in our world. It was a beautiful talk and message for all the faithful to take to their homes and communities.

After Mass, we went to where the march began, the seminarians were in abundance, dressed in their black and looking so young and excited! The clergy were there in great numbers as well. The young were everywhere, even my 14-year old daughter accompanied me in determination to be counted as a supporter of life and the defenseless babies. There was peace in the faces in every direction and the signs were productive and to the point. From where my daughter and I were, we didn't see or hear any speakers and I am told that we missed some moving witnessing. All in all, however, the message is clear to me, our nation is waking up, smelling the sterile deaf determination of the administration to cleanse our nation of every thread of morality left from our founding fathers. Our nation is a Christian nation and we want to make that known. The numbers count, the witnesses count, and life at all phases count and deserve respect, protection, and love.

Yes, dear ones, I finally made it here for you. God willing my daughter and I will be here for you next year and as long as it takes to protect you and give you the love and care you so deserve.


Dianna@KennedyAdventures said...

What a beautiful post! Reading your response brings tears to my eyes. I hope to make it to Washington one day, and bring my children along as well. Until then, I'll be there in spirit.

RAnn said...

I'm glad you were able to be there!

lisa said...

God bless your wonderful heart and love!!! How awesome it must have been to be in Washington this week and to finish off with such a mass -- beautiful!!!!! I'm glad to have found your blog today!

Rosemary Bogdan said...

Ebeth, we were there too...for the second year. I felt the same way. And was the weather not a blessing?

Mary333 said...

Thank you for your post and thank you for going to Washington in defense of the unborn. My cousin's family went and when my daughter is older I would like my family to go, also. For now, I do what I can by attending Masses for life, praying, voting and sending letters and writing about it on my blog regularly. I hope to see the day when this great stain on our country is removed [and throughout the world].

Lindsay said...

The Shrine is such a great forum for prayer of any kind! I'm from the DC area, but since I've left I've missed attending the Youth Rally and March for Life. Thank you personally for being there for people like me who couldn't.