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Purpose: To promote the dignity of all life by educating the parish on life issues from conception through natural death.
Activities:
Meetings: The last Tuesday of every month.
Some Christians take a passive approach to the issue of abortion, figuring that if they personally avoid the "works of darkness" they have done what Christ calls them to do. This understanding, however, ignores the rest of our calling, to expose such evils. Abortion is indeed one of the darkest evils of our culture. As Christians, we are called to expose the truth about abortion...that over 44 million unborn babies have been killed since 1973; that abortion is legal until the day of birth in all 50 states; and that each abortion leaves one dead, one wounded.
Begin today to expose the darkness of abortion.
God Says...
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:13-16 NIV
I Might Have Changed the World
I might have changed the world
But I was never born.
I left the world without a cry,
With no one there to mourn.
Ere I could take a breath,
Plucked from my mother's womb,
A surgical room's refuse bin
Was my illustrious tomb.
I might have studied law
Or deigned to write a book.
I might have simply liked to fish
Beside a clean, clear brook.
I might have laughed a lot.
Sometimes I might have cried.
But whether life was good or bad
I was not to decide.
I might have been a genius,
Perhaps a wee bit slow.
I might have been just ordinary.
I will never know.
I never saw a sunset.
I never felt the rain.
I never knew what love was like,
Or learned from knowing pain.
You say you had the right,
The choice was yours to call.
But as for me, I never had
The chance to choose at all.
I might have been unhappy
Or had to struggle so.
You say that I was better off,
But how were you to know?
I might have loved life dearly,
Thanked God for each new morn.
Somehow I might have changed the world
But I was never born.
Written by Mary Bennett
(a parishioner of St. Mary’s, Littleton, CO)