So...us, twenty years ago today.
And darn if those weren't the fastest two decades of our lives.
Blink and it's 2016.
And by the way, the you-haven't-changed-a-bit thing?
Thanks, but there are these middle aged, different looking people
staring back from the mirror's reflection these days.
You're too kind though.😏
And thank God that we took our vows as a sacrament, because, well,
mercy, patience, partnership and never-giving-up.
This verse, read at our wedding mass, has
come to life for us countless times.
When choosing readings, I felt it a bit overdone, overused,
one of those everyone seems to have at their masses too...
especially as we tied the knot in the midst of a three year span of time where
seemingly all our friends were as well.
It was wedding mass after wedding mass and 1 Corinthians 13 seemed to get,
well, I hate to say it, but.....old.
I know it is due in large part to
the words spoken at our mass within the readings
the fact that we were married within our Catholic faith
that has kept us, from not throwing in the towel.
That, and the fact, that we do actually still like each other.
The essence of patience, kindness,
not being envious, proud or boastful, as
St Paul explained the meaning of "love" allllll those years ago....?
Well, smart man, that St Paul.
Other readings at our mass? They honored defenseless babes
mercilessly and cruelly slaughtered that day,
three days after the birth of our Savior.
It was actually a convenient twist of availability
on the part of the church and the catering hall, that we were married
on the Saturday between Christmas and New Year's,
on the day that we Catholics deem the Feast of the Holy Innocents.
Oh, back then, I casually recognized Herod's savagery in the Gospel readings;
I absolutely did.
But did I truly ever feel the depth of compassion and remorse and,
well, anger...that I should have, that we all should have?
These were words that I read or listened to.
These were actions of a small - minded, threatened ruler two thousand years ago.
I'm ashamed to say........... they were just words.
Not until three years later, when I lost my own baby...my first...through
the nightmare of miscarriage, did the horror of those sweet babies' mass killings
genuinely become clear to me......
In twenty years, given the ups, downs, smiles, tears,
losses, triumphs and,of course, forced selflessness
that comes with motherhood,
I hope I've gotten better at getting out of my own way and
recognizing the important, unseen things of life.
A look back in time, through the lens of experience and clarity
shows me that starting our life together on this day,
the Feast of the Holy Innocents, was 'in the plan.'
Our family feels called to honor the unprotected of two thousand years ago,
on the day we were married,
by working as productively as possible to protect the preborn of today.
By raising awareness and marching on Washington protesting Roe v Wade,
by providing tangible help at our local Birthright,
by doing whatever is needed to defend the babies of today,
who cannot defend themselves
from the evil of abortion just as the innocents of the past
were defenseless against Herod.
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