My Dearest Children,
This was a summer just like every other. But now it’s one I’ll remember forever.
I’ll always remember the beauty and innocence of your faces, and how I’ve just begun to notice what a stark contrast they are to the darkness and distortion of this world.
I’ll remember the way you seek the True, the Good, and the Beautiful everyday, with all the eagerness of your little beings, and wonder why we grownups don’t remember how important it is to live that way.
I’ll remember your childlike desire to love and be loved, and how that’s written on the hearts of us all, even if we’ve lost sight of it or covered it up with our sins.
You see, my dear ones, something unexpected has happened in our world during the past few weeks. Something that I’m glad you’re too young to understand now.
Something so momentous that it’s made our entire Nation pause for a moment, blinking and stunned like a blind man whose sight has just been restored.
So fundamental that, for the first time in a very long time, we’ve been forced to come face-to-face with moral absolutes – and make a choice.
So poignant that the heart of every American has been opened and each conscience exposed, if only to ourselves — and if we dare to, we can see who we really are.
Freedom, choice, life, death.
Right, wrong, mine, yours.
Person, woman, mother, child.
Do you know the meaning of these words? I think you do — somehow in your simple, unbiased, unselfish minds, you understand them the way God does.
But for some reason, so many grownups have forgotten. We’ve forgotten that it was God Himself who assigned meaning to these words; who are we to reshape them to fit our desires? I shudder in disgust at what our reshaping has done.
Millions of your generation are gone.
My heart breaks to think of how many friends you will never know; how many world-changers never had the chance to even see the world; how many mamas and daddies never held sweet bliss in their arms or felt it nestled against their hearts.
Sometimes I think the very universe revolts and mourns at this devastation. And I wonder, what is staying God’s hand of judgement?
There is so much pain that cries out for healing.
How many mothers and fathers are silently hurting today — those who desired and loved and lost; who believed a lie and made a hesitant choice out of fear; whose true freedom to choose was bound; who would die to undo what’s been done?
How many hearts are brimming with inexpressible grief? How many minds are haunted by regret in the lonely hours of the night? How many souls ache for tiny bodies broken and precious lives lost? Too many to count.
And there is so much guilt that cries out for justice.
Those who lie to themselves and to unknowing mothers; those with authority to put an end to the bloodshed but who, instead, turn a blind eye; those who perpetuate the lie for profit; and even those who remain silent in the face of evil — at the end of our lives, we will all be asked what we did or did not do for the least of these.
And there is my own guilt.
Even in the hardest, messiest, darkest moments of life, how could I have ever thought of you three as anything less than perfect gifts? How often am I guilty of looking at your faces and seeing inconvenience, interruptions, or unending demands? Why have I allowed myself to count the cost, rather than give myself in love until it hurts?
Maybe this is at the heart of it all: We have forgotten what love is. We’ve forgotten — or did we ever know? — how to love. The world has forgotten that love without sacrifice is not love. In the words of Blessed Mother Teresa:
It is very important for us to realize that love, to be true, has to hurt. I must be willing to give whatever it takes not to harm other people and, in fact, to do good to them. This requires that I be willing to give until it hurts. Otherwise, there is no true love in me and I bring injustice, not peace, to those around me.
What do I bring to those around me? What will I teach you to bring to the world?
Oh, my children, never forget, no matter how great the darkness, that there is hope for the future.
You are the hope! Yes, each child is the hope of this weary world’s future, because you are the ones who teach us how to truly love — to love until it hurts.
Maybe the Lord has put each of us into this world, this generation, this moment, for such a time as this —
To fight with every ounce of our strength and never tire until Christ’s justice and peace reign in our hearts and homes, in our Nation, and in our world. To give love and receive love and be love.
To see each life as a gift.
Let’s not wait, my dearest ones. Let us begin while it’s still called today.
Love With All My Heart, Mama
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