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Know your rights - and use 'em!

Mother Agnes Mary Donovan is the superior general of the Sisters of Life, a wonderful order of Sisters wholly dedicated to the protection of life from conception to natural death.  Every time I've met a sister from this order ( I've never met Mother Agnes Mary), I've been impressed with their warmth, their deep spiritual life, and their genuine demeanors.  (They also have the most awesome habits!)

Mother Agnes Mary gave this address at the recent National Prayer Breakfast. When Clinton was in the White House, Mother Teresa called those there to task in no uncertain terms that our nation would fall if we didn't get rid of legalized abortion. Mother Agnes Mary's address is reminiscent of that.

While her address is focused on our human and religious rights, it was this paragraph that caught my eye, as it underpins her whole argument:

As we love, we grow in our capacity for love: to love and to be loved and to live out of the truth of who we are. Regrettably, because we cannot see and measure love, we are often immune to the impact which the interior movements of one’s will toward good, or, sadly, toward an embrace of evil, has upon the spiritual and moral climate in our families, neighborhoods, workplaces, congregations and our nation. Evil is a pollutant far worse than carbon leaving craters in the heart and longing emptiness in souls, not just footprints on the earth.
Read her address. It is a smart, savvy assessment of our current state of affairs, delivered with an eye to what is clearly most important: always, always, always - it must be love.

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