At death's door

Abandon all hope ye who enter here

Last week we joined the 40 Days for Life Cardiff group praying outside the BPAS abortuary in St Mary's Street.

We could not stay long, just one hour.

But we met a great team of people including AS from Splott, who was confined to a wheelchair yet still braved what seemed like sub zero temperatures in order to pray for abortion to end.
Thanks also to Clare who is the main organiser of the Cardiff Vigil.

By my reckoning there are still some 13 more days left to this vigil period so, if you haven't yet signed up for a session, please do so. I am sure that Almighty God grants special graces to those who pray.

The Cardiff site is HERE and the London one HERE

Nine hours of Eucharistic adoration in Cardiff

At St David's Cathedral, Charles Street on 24th June from 9am to 6pm

PRAYING FOR DISCERNMENT FOR FUTURE PRO-LIFE

ACTIVITIES

Could you not watch one hour with Him?

Photo: Oxford Oratory

The child who was never born

"I knew you but you did not know me"

Martin Hudacek is a young Slovakian who was so moved by a world that is focused on destroying life in the womb that he created this statue of a mother and her unborn child.

The image above is part one of his work and is called 'Memorial for Unborn Children' - few could fail to be moved by it, especially as it features the 'baby' as a two to four year old child.

The following extract is from Lifesite News

"Praised by many as an extremely effective representation of post-abortion trauma, the work sensitively communicates this reality, and draws out many emotions and interpretations.

Dr. Martha Shuping, M.D., a psychiatrist with more than 20 years experience in helping women with abortion recovery, says, “I believe this beautiful image will resonate in the hearts of many women who have had abortions. It illustrates powerfully their experience.”

“This presents a very beautiful image of a core component of post abortion healing,” comments Kevin Burke, LSW, of Rachel’s Vineyard Ministries, “that the very child that was lost to abortion with God’s grace is now instrumental in calling the wounded mother and father to repentance and healing in Christ.”

H/T to The Path Less Taken for posting yet another haunting poem on Abortion.

40 Days for Life prayer 

Almighty and ever-living God, you show us in the lives of the saints the need we have of your mercy and grace, so that our hearts may be conformed to that of your Son. Grant, we pray, that the hearts of those who commit crimes against the dignity of human life, may be so infused with your love, that they may come to depend entirely on you and, in so doing, become the strongest advocates of your mercy and grace. We make this prayer through the same, Christ our Lord. Amen.

Rev James Bradley

Personal Ordinariate of Our Lady of Walsingham

Yet another haunting poem

                                 The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks

Abortions will not let you forget.

You remember the children you got that you did not get,

The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,

The singers and workers that never handled the air.

You will never neglect or beat

Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.

You will never wind up the sucking-thumb

Or scuttle off ghosts that come.

You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,

Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed

children.

I have contracted. I have eased

My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.

I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized

Your luck

And your lives from your unfinished reach,

If I stole your births and your names,

Your straight baby tears and your games,

Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,

and your deaths,

If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,

Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.

Though why should I whine,

Whine that the crime was other than mine?--

Since anyhow you are dead.

Or rather, or instead,

You were never made.

But that too, I am afraid,

Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?

You were born, you had body, you died.

It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.

Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you

All.