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By Antonio Fragelli

 

March for Life – What Happened in Washington, D.C. January 22, 2016

As if to test the will of Pro-lifers, a major blizzard was headed for our nation’s capitol. The weather forecast was quite accurate on January 22nd. It predicted that snow would begin around 1:00 pm and it did. I was there.

It was a terrible storm in the making and anywhere from 2-3 feet of snow was expected. Many who came knew that they most likely would get stuck on their way back home; but they came nonetheless. The tragedy of abortion, the murder of 50 million human lives, far outweighed the risk of getting stuck in the snow. A gigantic blizzard and a declaration of emergency by the mayor of Washington was not enough to stop the marchers on Capitol Hill this past Friday.

 

As it happened, due to the impending blizzard the numbers were much less than in previous years, but much, much more than just a few hundred as reported by some of the leftist media. As you know, the media will use any chance they get to belittle the voice of truth -- you can count on it. Why must they always lie? The answer is simple. Prevaricating against the truth is a moral issue, but if you are okay with killing a human being, if you have already accepted the blatant lie that a child in the womb is not a human life, the remaining moral issues become much less of an issue...

As for the truth, a close estimate of Pro-lifers who were able to make it was around 40 to 50 thousand. The pictures make a plain testimony to the amazing 2016 March for Life in Washington, D.C. Talking to participants while waiting for the March to begin, it became clear that many more would have been there if it were not for bus companies cancelling out.

America Needs Fatima and the American TFP were privileged to be there in full force. Banners, standards and a remarkable music band all showed up to offer reparation. One of the banners carried by two ANF members displayed 9,299 names of ANF members and supporters who could not be present, but wanted to be there in spirit. As we marched towards Capitol Hill, the snow-covered band members were a sight to be seen. To play trumpets, trombones and fifes in 28-degree weather under snow is something to be commended.

The marchers began to assemble near the Washington Monument at the rally around 10:00 am. Different speakers addressed the crowd as other groups kept coming in from a variety of far away places. The challenge began within these first three hours, braving the below-freezing temperatures. The snow began to fall just as the March commenced, around 1:00.

But the real beauty of the event was that, in spite of the inclement weather, the fighting spirit of the thousands of marchers remained undaunted. The March was considerably longer in distance this time, which gave all the feeling that they were on a pilgrimage, offering up their sacrifices for the end of abortion.

For those privileged to have been there, the “take away” was a sense of determination and a renewal of our resolution that we are here to stay. Furthermore, a great percentage of marchers were young people, many of who were not even born when Roe v. Wade was decided. This means the 43-year-old March for Life has a very long life ahead of it.

The abortion tragedy in America is a macabre illustration of the state of our modern culture. The fact that the sin of abortion has been around so many years, staining our nation with its murderess blood, is something that requires a public act of reparation to the Creator, and this is for many the higher reason for joining in the March for Life, no matter how foul the weather.

If thousands of Americans side with sin and against God, the fact that many thousands more align with Him and every year present this great act of reparation called the March for Life is something that speaks of hope for our troubled nation. We offer it to God and we proclaim that no matter how many times we have to do it, we will always be there. We will not make a pact with evil, and we will not commit the sin of indifference.


 

 

 

 

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St. Theodore of Sykeon

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St. Theodore of Sykeon

Born in the Roman Galatian town of Sykeon in Asia Minor, Theodore was the son of a woman of ill repute, who kept an inn along the imperial highway.

As a child, he was so given to prayer that he would often give up a meal to spend time in church. From an early age he shut himself up first in the cellar of his mother’s house and then in a cave beneath a disused chapel. Later, for a time, seeking to further escape the world, he sought solitude on a mountain.

On a pilgrimage to Jerusalem Theodore assumed a monk’s habit, and though only eighteen years of age, was ordained a priest by his own bishop. His life was most austere, wearing an iron girdle about his body and only sparingly partaking of vegetables.

Endowed with the gift of prophecy and miracles, on a second pilgrimage to the Holy Land, he obtained abundant rain after a severe drought.

Theodore founded several monasteries, and ruled as abbot in Sykeon. He was consecrated Bishop of Anastasiopolis, though he deemed himself totally unfitted. After ten years he succeeded in relinquishing his post and retired to Sykeon.

From Sykeon he was recalled to Constantinople to bless the emperor and the senate and there healed one of the Emperor’s sons of a skin disease, reputedly leprosy.

Theodore had a great devotion to St. George and did much to propagate devotion to him.

He died in Sykeon on April 22, 613.

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The Robber Who Stole Heaven

In the mountainous region of Trent in Germany, there lived a notorious robber who made his living by bringing misfortune on others. His occupation being what it was, he would only increase his property by decreasing that of his victims.

One day, he was admonished by a local religious to change his course of life and thereby insure his eternal salvation. The only answer the robber gave was that for him there was no remedy.

"Do not say so," said the religious, "do what I tell you. Fast on each Saturday in honor of the Virgin Mary, and on that day of the week do no harm to anyone. She will obtain for you the grace of not dying in God’s displeasure.”

The robber thought to himself, “This is a small price to pay to insure my salvation; I will do as this holy man has prescribed.” He then obediently followed the religious’ advice, and made a vow to continue to do so. That he might not break it, from that time on he traveled unarmed on Saturdays.

Many years later, our robber was apprehended on a given Saturday by the officers of justice, and that he might not break his oath, he allowed himself to be taken without resistance. The judge, seeing that he was now a gray-haired old man, wished to pardon him.

Then the truly miraculous occurred. Rather than jump for joy thanking the judge for his leniency, the old robber, said that he wished to die in punishment of his sins. He then made a public confession of all the sins of his life in that same judgment hall, weeping so bitterly that all present wept with him.

He was beheaded, a death reserved for the nobility, rather than hanged. Then his body was buried with little ceremony, in a grave dug nearby.
Very soon afterwards, the mother of God came down from Heaven with four holy virgins by her side. They took the robber’s dead body from that place, wrapped it in a rich cloth embroidered with gold, and bore it themselves to the gate of the city.

There the Blessed Virgin said to the guards: "Tell the bishop from me, to give an honorable burial, in such a church to this dead person, for he was my faithful servant." And thus it was done.

All the people in the village thronged to the spot where they found the corpse with the rich pall, and the bier on which it was placed. And from that moment on, says Caesarius of Heisterbach, all persons in that region began to fast on Saturdays in honor of she who was so kind to even a notorious robber.

From the Glories of Mary, by St. Alphonsus Maria de Liguori.

In the mountainous region of Trent in Germany, there lived a notorious robber who made his living by bringing misfortune on others. 

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