What is the Legacy of Margaret Sanger?

With the topic of abortion being discussed on the airwaves so much lately, I thought it might be a good time to devote a blog entry or two to the issue.  When you hear people  making statements along the lines of "abortion on demand is a right of all women" or the particularly bewildering whine of "keep your laws off my body," * we're hearing echoes of Margaret Sanger's voice, but who was she?  

Much controversy surrounds Sanger, the founder of today’s Planned Parenthood.  Born into a large family in 1883, she devoted her life to a variety of causes, but birth control was consistently at the top of her list.  It is the relationship and motivation between her causes which appears to be one of the keys in understanding this figure.  For example, she was a strong proponent of eugenics and appears to have been racist in regards to those of African heritage.  She wrote derisively about the poor and those of African heritage in works such as the Pivot of Civilization.  H. G. Wells penned the following within the introduction to this chilling book. “We want fewer and better children who can be reared up to their full possibilities in unencumbered homes, and we cannot make the social life and the world-peace we are determined to make, with the ill-bred, ill-trained swarms of inferior citizens that you inflict upon us.”   

What is Sanger’s continuing legacy?  As Pope John Paul II characterized this general movement towards moral entropy in 1995, it has become a “culture of death”. The culture of death represents a formidable obstacle to be overcome if Christians are to be successful in curtailing the moral and demographic injury inflicted through abortion on demand.  The Christian should peacefully do what is within his power to make individuals aware of alternatives to and the finality of abortion—finality everywhere, that is, but within the grieving mother’s own heart and mind over the coming years.  The enduring legacy of Margaret Sanger is seen in the fact that (at last check) a quarter of all pregnancies in the United States today ends in abortion.  This means that our nation loses 1.31 million unborn persons with each passing year.  

The Lambeth Conference of the Anglican Church in 1930 reversed itself and approved the first uses of contraception for its members.  Other Protestant denominations quickly jumped on this bandwagon.  Less than a quarter century later, the field of eugenics was reaching its height of popularity.  Catholic writers such as G.K. Chesterton warned that this was a dangerous road to travel down, but many began to believe that it was society’s right and duty to improve upon God’s creation.  A number of state laws were passed, for example, which required sterilization of those persons who were deemed inferior to the rest of society, “for the greater good”.  This desire to exercise increased direction and control upon procreation soon led to even more effective birth control methods such as the pill, which was introduced in the United States in 1965.  A year later, abortion, something abhorred by the Church since the First Century, began to be seen as yet another birth control alternative.

Believers are warned in Leviticus 18:21,"Do not give any of your children to be sacrificed to Molek, for you must not profane the name of your God. I am the LORD."  As G.K. Chesterton wrote in The Everlasting Man, the devouring diety called Moloch might have never existed, but "his meal was not a myth."  The reader is reminded of God's love and intimate knowledge of the unborn child in passages such as Jeremiah 1:5 and Psalm 139:15-16.  Both the Christian and the Jew have the duty to present an opposite force for good and life in the world.  Because, as Saint Augustine wrote in Confessions, God “is life itself, immutable.” 

* As beings in possession of physical natures, this particular line of reasonsing would be amusing--except for the lack of critical thinking it betrays.  All laws concern our behavior, and all behavior is externalized through our physical form--e.g. thoughts lead to actions.  Does the speaker perhaps wish only our thoughts be subject to law?  




The above photo was taken at Roche Harbor, San Juan Island, WA.

Does Misery Love Company?

I think it must...  I recently wrote a simple analysis concerning why a particular state government money-saving proposal is doomed to failure.  (When aren't they?)  The specifics aren't really relevant, but what I found really intriguing was the common thread running through the public comments concerning this analysis.  The majority of the negative comments seemed to come all from an emotional rather than rational perspective.  There wasn't really any attempt to argue or debate a particular point I raised, but most of these people simply wanted yours truly to be hung out to dry for raining on their parade.


The bottom line seemed to be that the content of my analysis didn't matter in the least.  All that mattered was that I was judged not to truly "feel their pain."  It seems that we've all become so accustomed to the constant white noise of whining that certain kinds of individuals no longer even attempt to articulate their differences in a clear and concise argument.  It's much simpler to attack one's opponent personally, accusing them of a lack of empathy--or worse.  I guess some people won't be happy until we all say that, yes, we are indeed as miserable and forlorn as you are.  Problem is...I'm not.


As a university friend of mine used to say in the late '80s when he was at a loss for words, "Sigh."  I think that about sums it up for tonight.




By the way, I took the above photo last month from a Washington State Ferry.  I don't mean to imply that the photo is forlorn or sad.  I happen to think it's beautiful.

Pastor Jones' Koran Burning

I shared the open letter to Pastor Jones below early last September.  Given the recent murders in Afghanistan, I thought this was a timely moment to re-visit the lessons of this terribly predictable tragedy.

While I respect the free speech rights of the pastor, Terry Jones, the proposed Koran burning raises grave concerns for many Christians--including myself, a Catholic.  I would submit to Pastor Terry Jones of the Dove Outreach Center that actions of this nature move many down a slippery slope, making some of us guilty of religious intolerance ourselves.  While this pales in the magnitude of intolerance and hatred of radical Islam, it is unhelpful within the current environment.  It’s clear that this kind of action doesn’t change minds or hearts, but it does have a way of polarizing everyone.  It’s pouring gasoline on a fire when what’s needed is water.

Just like the proposed construction of the mosque / community center in the shadow of the open wound that is the 9-11 memorial, often the things we can do are far removed from the things we should do.  Instead of burning the Korans on September 11th, I encourage all Christians instead to pray for their brothers and sisters who suffer such terrible religious persecution within Muslim countries every day.  Let’s remember the Golden Rule, “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.”  This profound truth is reflected in both the Old and New Testaments.  If the Koran burning places one soldier or Christian in harm’s way or encourages the burning of the Holy Bible, Pastor Jones meaningless and vitriolic message has sadly reaped its true reward.

On Coming Home

On the way back yesterday from seeing a great movie with the family (True Grit), I noticed a young man wheeling a floral-patterned suitcase down the sidewalk.  (I presume he was heading towards I-5.)  He was downcast and obviously upset about something.  Suddenly, a young woman appeared a block away, running towards him with a look of quiet desperation.  Sadly, I couldn't watch to see how this particular drama played out, but I hope that they're homelife is doing better. 


It was a poignant snapshot of life, and it got me to thinking of our coming home to the Catholic Church at the Easter Mass of 2005.  With the exception of childhood, this is about the longest we've ever been at the same church, and there's no inclination to search or "church hop" around again either.  We've found our church home, and we're profoundly thankful to be done with the endless church searching of our past years.


Here's the link for a Thirst for Reverence, which appeared in Catholic Answers' magazine, This Rock.  I hope you find it interesting, and I look forward to answering any questions you may have concerning our spiritual journey.  I will add that I never was completely happy with how this article was edited.  Most of the positive elements associated with our evangelical upbringing were de-emphasized, while the negative elements received greater emphasis as a result.  Still, it conveys a clear picture of why we crossed the Tiber for the fullness of the Catholic Church.


I took the accompanying photo while on a recent trip to Friday Harbor, Washington State situated on San Juan Island.  The photo is of the Saint Francis Catholic Church.

It's All About Me?

We just returned from a whirlwind vacation taking us from Seattle to Anacortes and the San Juan Islands.  The beauty was incredible, but I wish there had been a little more time.  Still, the days were  a rewarding and energizing time for all of us.  One area we particularly enjoyed  exploring was Lime Kiln Point State Park on the southwest side of San Juan Island (directly across the Strait of Georgia from beautiful Victoria, BC).    

While standing at a viewpoint and just taking all the scenery in last Saturday afternoon, I happened to overhear the young man and woman's conversation beside us.  His remarks resonated with me, because they seemed so at odds with everything around us.  He was explaining to his companion how this was such a great place to really think about one's self and meditate.  (I guess the meditation qualities of the place must have been off that day, as the couple ended-up tailgating us aggressively back all the way to Friday Harbor in their aging compact bearing California plates.)  How can such a display of God's handiwork turn us inward in such a silly display of self-absorption?

So, this raises the question: Is it really all about me?  Is my self worth the most important thing, or is the Christian called to embrace the death of self, sacrificing himself for God and our fellow man?  I remember being a Protestant in a Catholic school where the well-meaning teacher was attempting to instill in us students a value of self.  A friend asked me later what I thought about the discussion.  I pointed out the fallacy of the teacher's reasoning with a simple question.  I asked my friend if that was the attitude Christ had when He went to the Cross?  Was self the most important thing to Him when He allowed himself to be taken and crucified?  Obviously, the answer is a resounding NO! .  If that had been Christ's focus, He would have removed himself from the situation, refusing to sacrifice himself for sinners.

If we are to follow the example and teachings of Christ, in verses such as Galations 2:20, then we must ignore the teachings of the day and deny ourselves for He who saved us.  It's through that daily denial and death of self that we become the people He created us to be.

Be Not Afraid

Sitting here waiting to leave for a dental appointment (in which there will be lots of drilling), I began reflecting upon fear, and I thought I'd share a few words about it as my last post for a little while. It's not that I'm particularly nervous about the dental appointment, but sometimes multiple things combine to give all of us a little bit of uneasiness concerning our lives.

Some years, or so, ago, I was making what's called a field visit for my state government employer. These are when we contact individuals regarding tax matters. Usually, it's pretty routine stuff, but this time I was in for a surprise. I pulled into a driveway out in the country and was welcomed by a very large and vocal dog. He made it clear that he wanted me to turn my state Prius around and head back up the driveway. I can't recall all the details, but there was some reason why I really needed to contact the residents or leave a note for them to contact me.

After no one appeared at the front door, I nervously cracked open the car door. About the same time, I offered a quick prayer asking that I'd return home without missing any important parts. The dog's barking seemed to ease slightly, then I stepped out of the car completely, kneeling down with my hand outstretched for him to sniff (hopefully not chew). The barking suddenly stopped and the animal bounded over, tail wagging and licked my hand, as I recall. He became my best buddy while I left a notice on the front door and did a few minutes of paperwork in the car before heading back to the office. (I learned later that a family member was also praying for me at about the same time.)

Now, I would never train a new employee that this was the best approach, but in this particular case it seemed the way to go; I was able to manage my personal fear through prayer--and a little determination. This reminds me of my children's book, Tristan's Travels, as one of its central themes is overcoming fear--especially with regards to children. When our faith is in Christ, fear can be managed or overcome. (Please see the article "Overcoming Fear" courtesy Catholicmom.)

I'm not usually a fan of modern Catholic music, as it's usually too "folksy" sounding for me (and too often offering shallow or questionable theology), but I have to admit a soft spot for the hymn "Be Not Afraid." This simple admonition is also repeated, in one way or another, more than sixty times throughout the Old and New Testaments--e.g. "Do not be afraid." (Luke 12:4) and "Don't be afraid." (Mark 5:36)--so it must be advice truly important to all of us.

I'm going to conclude with a prayer from St. John Gabriel Perboyre which was shared at a talk we attended yesterday evening by Fr. Ron Hoye, CM. The following prayer was penned shortly before this man's brutal execution (by strangulation) by the Chinese authorities. The crime? Sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ. It should be further remembered that this man was forced to build the cross on which he was to be strangled to death. This is a powerful example of overcoming the darkest terror, and it was accomplished through the grace of Christ.

O my Divine Saviour,
Transform me into Yourself.
May my hands be the hands of Jesus.
Grant that every faculty of my body
May serve only to glorify You.

Above all,
Transform my soul and all its powers
So that my memory, will and affection
May be the memory, will and affections
Of Jesus.

I pray You
To destroy in me
All that is not of You.
Grant that I may live
But in You, by You and for You,
So that I may truly say,
With St. Paul,
"I live - now not I -
But Christ lives in me.

...St. John Gabriel Perboyre, 1840

The Hidden Truth of Christ's Genealogy: Bringing Good out of Bad

Before we dive into today's blog post, I wanted to take a moment to thank my readers. I also need to mention that this will likely be my last post (or next to last) for a couple weeks due to another soggy spring break in Oregon. Upon my return, I'll probably have a lot to talk about!

If we take time to read Matthew 1, we see a remarkably detailed account of the lineage of Saint Joseph. While reading the genealogy of Christ may not be exciting on its surface, it highlights God's way of frequently using "bad" people to bring about a greater good. Not every person named in this genealogy (spanning 42 generations) lived the life of a saint.

King David himself behaved shamefully on many occasions. In the eleventh chapter of 2 Samuel, for instance, we read about his wicked manipulation which resulted in the dispatch of Bathsheba’s husband, Uriah, to the front lines of battle where he was killed in order that David might more conveniently marry the widow. The fact that David sought and received forgiveness from God is clear when we read Acts 13:22, which describes David "as a man of my (God’s) own heart".

The point is simply that God used fallen and sinful people to play a gloriously mysterious part in His gift to a fallen world, His Son. Unknowingly, they became co-workers in a sense with regards to this miracle of miracles. If God can bring such a supreme good from people who behaved so poorly at times, think about the other kinds of good that God can bring from the troubles we encounter daily. No evil or wickedness can be contrived from which God can not bring forth the miracle of good.