Monthly Archives: November 2012

A False Peace 2012

I did a little research on the origin of the national holiday we call Thanksgiving. Of course we’re all familiar with the story of the first Thanksgiving with the Pilgrims and the Indians. Shame on me but I long ago forgot that this celebration only became a national holiday when Abraham Lincoln proclaimed it as such during the Civil War.

Interestingly enough, he took time out from preparing the Gettysburg Address to issue that Proclamation.

The country was awash in the blood of countless Americans from that terrible conflict. My own Missouri was said to be a “neutral” state then. Odd to think one could be “neutral” about such a clear-cut issue as the horror of slavery. And yet we were. I guess you could say we “were personally opposed, but….”

At first blush it may seem trivial to compare our bloodiest conflict (over 600,000 Americans were killed) to our world today, but I think not.

My extended family, after sending some pretty nasty messages during the run up to the last election, just sent out the requisite Thanksgiving e-mail (who’s bringing what dish). This year it included the recommendation that we check religion and politics at the door. I kindly replied that asking me to leave “religion” at the door was like asking be to leave my soul at the door- no can do. My faith is a part of everything I do. At least it’s supposed to be. I do not check it at the doorway of the Church (as the President’s HHS Mandate calls me to do) as it is through that portal that I am to “Go in peace to love and serve the Lord”.

At any rate this will be an interesting Thanksgiving/Christmas for the Ryan’s (and I suspect plenty of other Catholics). We will split our time between our union family whose “non-negotiable” is the IBEW/Democrat Party and my “social justice” family who conveniently do not include the plight of unborn children as a “social justice” concern and whose self-proclaimed and re-elected spokesperson is Joe Biden. I love them all. They are my family. But I have to wonder how that first national holiday went for our fellow Missourians. Did they have such an agreement? We know from history that even as they broke bread, some of their family members were fighting for the Union while others were giving their lives for the Confederacy. Imagine the tension in that household!

There are plenty of parallels between the Civil War and our own war on the unborn, though in sheer scope even the Civil War pales in comparison to the carnage abortionists have unleashed on this nation.

Abortionists have taken the lives of almost a HUNDRED times the number of Americans who succumbed in the Civil War.

And this bloodbath is continuing.

I often remind my PSR class that many of their peers are missing, as at least 20 percent did not survive the abortion holocaust. I wonder how many of my family (our family) members will be missing from the Thanksgiving table having succumbed to the abortionists curette? God rest their souls.

Slavery divided this nation in a way that only abortion has since. Those who would claim to be neutral betray the victims of these injustices and indeed betray our country. For we cannot be a truly free nation while we are waging a war on the most innocent of Americans, any more than we could be a free nation on the backs of slaves. Lincoln knew that. And he knew that it is a false “peace” that suggests we just agree to disagree for the sake of harmony, while such a war is being waged.

It is a faux “neutrality” that claims the non-existent middle ground, as if we can sit on the hillside with our parasols as did citizens at the battle of Bull Run, relegating ourselves to mere spectators of this most violent conflict.

Some have said, considering the scope and divisiveness of abortion, that they hope that it does not also require a civil war to resolve. But it already is a civil war, with well over 57 million killed. And there have been countless tens of millions of other casualties, including: mothers and fathers who had their children killed; parents who brought their daughters to have their own grandchildren killed; “friends” who agreed to be the “designated driver”; and even the abortionists’ staff who ushered the mothers in before they could change their minds.

Dare I add family harmony as a further casualty, as we break bread with our loved ones, many of whom just re-elected the most pro-abortion President in history?

In the Gettysburg Address, Lincoln asked whether a “nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal….can long endure.” That question hangs in the balance today as never before in the history of our country. Whether it endures will be determined by what we who would claim to support such Liberty are willing to DO to maintain it. Do we choose harmony, comfort, and our own personal “nonnegotiables” or do “we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom— and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

I have apologized more than once to my children for what a terrible job my generation (and I certainly include myself in that mix) did in addressing the social injustice of abortion. We knew better. But were not willing to pay the price. Now I am apologizing to my grandchildren for the same failure.

Clearly our country will only long endure if choose to live by the witness of St. Thomas Moore whose last recorded words at the executioners blade were: ”I am the King’s good servant – but God’s first.”

Whose servant will we be?