Support Mother Teresa Stamp

"It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish."



Go to this link to sign a petition supporting the Postmaster General's decision to issue a Mother Teresa stamp in the face of a campaign of opposition:

http://www.paramountcommunication.com/newsletters/catholicVote/petition/petition.aspx?ref=122579663&select=47812

Celebrate Family ~ Celebrate Life

View the controversial CBS Super Bowl ad with Pam and Tim Tebow. Makes you wonder what the "pro-choice" crowd is so afraid of . . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw7qX1TpdNQ

Tell CBS to Air the Tim Tebow Super Bowl Ad

Let CBS know that you support their decision to air the Tim Tebow commercial!

Pro-abortion groups have launched a massive campaign to stop CBS from airing a pro-life Super Bowl ad featuring Heisman Trophy Winner Tim Tebow and his mother.

Remember the Super Bowl ad that was rejected by NBC last year? It featured Barack Obama's mother who was an unmarried, pregnant teen carrying a bi-racial child who chose LIFE.

America loves football AND life! The Super Bowl has always been a celebration of human teamwork and excellence, enjoyed by family and friends. Celebrate family. Celebrate life. Tell CBS to air the ad!

Go to this link and click on Tim Tebow's picture:

http://www.catholicvote.org/index.php?/site/homepage/

The Spirit of Christmas is LOVE

The imagery of Love from the Christmas story is the image of Mary seeing and holding Jesus for the first time. The recognition from Mother to child and child to mother is a deep, deep love that cannot be described in words. In this picture, we have only an inkling of the Love of God for us as we accept the gift of the Christ and hold it in our uncertain grasp. As Mary and Joseph watched their child with loving care, so are we tenderly and lovingly watched and protected by the Divine Father~Mother within us and around us.

CLOSE YOUR EYES. Know that each breath is a representation of God's love. In the same way our breath moves in and out of our bodies nourishing and refreshing us, so God’s love is feeding and renewing our souls. Like the love of a mother for a child, God’s love is not something we can see or measure. But God’s Love is evident when we look around. It’s in a smile, a touch, a hug. We are the givers and receivers of God’s Love . . . . Know that God’s Love lives in you and all around you. And know that in our most challenging times, we can always lean our head on the bosom of the Divine Mother and rest in her tender, her comforting, her loving embrace. Author Unknown

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Meet Dr. Alveda C. King, niece of the late Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and advocate for Life. Visit her page on Priests for Life at their website, http://priestsforlife.org/staff/alvedaking.htm
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The Mother

By Gwendolyn Brooks (1917 - 2000)
from "A Street in Bronzeville"


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 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 a 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.