“Behold the handmaiden of the Lord. Be it done unto me according to thy word.” These were the words spoken by Mary, who in so saying conceived Jesus Christ, who commanded us to “Love one another, as I have loved you,” – which is to give our very lives for one another.
Yesterday, in great numbers across our country and throughout the world, women chanted the exact opposite of Mary: “My body, my choice;” who in so saying negate and destroy their own children, and in the most direct manner possible in all of human capacity do not merely disobey Jesus’ command, but summarily and wholly defy it.
Truly, this is a sad time for humanity. There are no dictators, past or present, who can match the level of egregious atrocity that is mothers in the millions, for nearly half a century, exterminating the most vulnerable and helpless of all mankind, within their own selves – the very sanctuary of human life – and celebrating it.
In a world where the sanctity of a child’s life is subject to the whim of personal or collective opinion, value, belief, or choice of any kind, I promise you that you will not see the day where the equal dignity of each person is respected. So long as a child’s very life is valued less than any other perceived good, no life is sacred. Dictators and corporations and interest groups of any and all kinds cannot be held to higher standards than a mother’s love – and if a mother’s love is conditional on any character, aspect, feature, or circumstance outside of the inherent and intrinsic value of a child’s life, there is no cause or standard whatever to deny the same conditional treatment of any other human life – in business, in politics, in law, or in family.
Long has the world held fast to hope in the goodness of mankind by asking with utter confidence, “What mother would not die for the sake of her child?” It was an age when a mother’s love was sacrosanct.
Ask this question today, and you will see how now it comes to be so shaken, riddled with doubt and fear, and plagued by distrust.
The future never looks so bleak as when a mother ends the life of her child for the sake of benefitting her own. An unholy terror strikes the heart when there is no sanctuary from the morbid savagery of a murderous womb.