Oh No! It Can’t Be!

Planned Parenthood had its “Grand Opening Celebration” for the MEGA-killing center at 1225 4th Street in Washington, DC, this week. After cocktails and a tour of the building for VIPs, the party moved to a nearby restaurant.

I have been on the front lines this past year and a half and have spent most of my priestly vocation as a pastor in a parish, but I have learned much lately “in the trenches” with some truly heroic folks.

I am proud of the pro-life witness. I am heartened by the number of young people who not only see through the lies, but who hear the call to stand up and do something to end the abomination perpetuated by Planned Parenthood. The dedication of these Christians is both noble and ennobling. Some of these followers of the Lord made a vigil at Planned Parenthood from 6 a.m. until 6 p.m. while maintaining a fast. God bless them!

The attendees, parking valets, massive private security presence, and caterers could not enter without hearing or seeing something of the utter evil they are supporting.

As the activist Lauren Handy said to some as they entered, “Be sure to wash the blood off your hands before you eat your dinner.”

Those attending were some of the big money supporters of Planned Parenthood Metropolitan D.C. They are college educated, successful lawyers, and business people—“pillars of the community.” Upon passing signs of victims of abortion—both those aborted and those women butchered at the hands of the abortionist—some said: “You lie!” or even “Bulls***!” It was truly sad to see their eyes closed to the horror right in front of them.

May we awaken from our slumber, for the Day of the Lord is near—that fearful day when we are shown the results of the bloodshed of these innocents we have so long tolerated, that day when we will see how badly womanhood has been diminished and grossly violated because of the “choice” we have made as a people.

I have read a bit about when Allied forces walked through Dachau after its liberation. Some of the reactions of the soldiers who first arrived at the camps was “Oh no, it can’t be.” I hope that, for the good of their souls and the survival of our nation, the denial of some of those supporting the grave evil of abortion will soon end. I pray that otherwise good folks who so easily dismiss this unspeakable sin will wake up!

“Oh no, Lord, it can’t be,” we might say.

Though I am still processing this, I think it is safe to say that these young folks who stood outside with signs in their hands and prayers on their lips made—and continue to make—a difference. These young Christians multiply their good work calling on the name of the Lord and offering their efforts as a sacrifice placed into His Hands. Pray for them: The battle is far from over.

The Reverend Patrick Mahoney recently said: “What is worse than Planned Parenthood opening a large mega abortion clinic in Washington, D.C.? How about them opening up and silence from the pro-life and pro-faith community?”

Praised be Jesus Christ! There was rejoicing as these people of life and faith showed up, spoke out, and bore witness to the truth in solidarity with the preborn.

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“The days of socially acceptable Christianity are over. The days of comfortable Catholicism are past. It is no longer easy to be a faithful Christian, a good Catholic, an authentic witness to the truths of the gospel. A price is demanded and must be paid. There are costs of discipleship—heavy costs, costs that are burdensome and painful to bear.” 

— Archbishop Charles Chaput, Philadelphia

“My driver didn’t want to go into the camp. He said, ‘Colonel, I can’t take it here anymore.’ I said, ‘Well, you, stay here with your jeep.’ I found a young captain who took me over to the camp . . . the enormity of the number of bodies around, thousands of bodies. Then we came to piles that had been heaped up, orderly in some cases, like a stack of logs; other places, helterskelter. Many people died before my eyes. I stood beside one medic who was working on a victim, and the man finally died. The medic said to me, ‘Why is it that there’s no respect for life?’ We both said a prayer together. Mine was partly in Hebrew and partly in English. I said the prayers for the dying and the dead, the Sh’ma Israel and the Kaddish. When we finished, we threw our arms around each other and he said, ‘Why do humans have to do this to other humans? Why can’t they just be human?’”

— Colonel Lewis Wienstein, member of General Eisenhower’s staff and liberator of Dachau