Never Give Up

Most of us are familiar with the 1997 blockbuster hit Titanic.  The story fictionalizes a supposed love affair between two of the ship’s passengers as the mighty RMS Titanic plows through the ice-laden Atlantic Ocean on its maiden transatlantic voyage to New York.  Of course, we all know the fateful end for that majestic vessel on April 15, 1912.  Over 1,500 mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends and crew were washed away or frozen to death as the unsinkable ship proved everyone wrong and met her untimely demise on the floor of the Atlantic.

No one can take a tragedy and make it into a moneymaker like Hollywood.  A few big name stars, lavish costumes and a music theme that follows you everywhere you go guarantees a box office success.  So, though our characters Jack and Rose were not necessarily real people taking this amorous trek to America, it’s a nice packaged love story that makes the historic drama more palatable for moviegoers.

And as hokey as it might seem now that we can look at it through the 20-year prism since its release, there was actually a powerful message in that movie that all of us could take to heart.  It is one of never giving up and holding on tight to a goal, a purpose.  The Pro Life movement has been holding on and plowing forward for decade upon decade because they know exactly what they are fighting for and know it is worth the effort.  Every child who is saved spurs the fight on for the next child, and then the next child.  For every child that is lost though a greater determined effort is put forth.  That is not the time to give up, let go or surrender.  If anything, it is the time to hold tighter, to clasp our beliefs to our heart and vow to never give up.

The tide finally seems to be with us with a new administration and hope of a more balanced Supreme Court.  However, our voices still need to be heard over the cacophony of special interest groups which seem to be splintering off at alarming rates.   We must hold onto our message and promise to see it through and not be sidetracked by political stigmas and name calling.    As Jack demanded of Rose as he slowly drifted out of consciousness into the icy arms of the sea, “You must promise me that you’ll survive…..that you won’t give up…promise me now...and never let go of that promise.”  And Rose’s simple response, “I promise…I’ll never let go”, is also our response to our unborn children as we wade through the vitriol of our opponents.

OHIO GOVERNOR SIGNS PROLIFE PROVISIONS INTO LAW

by Reverend Katherine Marple
KeepLifeLegal

New legislation signed tonight by Governor John Kasich will protect women, children, families and generations to come. These new provisions can effectively SHUT DOWN up to three abortion facilities in Ohio. Ohio abortion facilities kill up to 65 unborn children every day.

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The Empty Rocking Chair

By Maria Gallagher, Legislative Director
Pennsylvania Pro-Life Federation

I celebrate a birthday this month--not that unusual, especially where I work. Five staff members celebrate birthdays in the month of March.

When I gaze back on the tapestry of my life, my favorite birthday scene is when I was seven years old. I remember great excitement waiting in my room, as my mother readied her party preparations. I had high hopes for my presents that year, and my parents did not disappoint.

The best gift I received was a petite white rocking chair with gold accents. I loved chairs that swiveled, spun, or rocked, so this was a godsend. I outgrew the chair quickly, but I kept dolls and stuffed animals in my seat when I no longer occupied it. That rocking chair became the symbol of my greatest birthday ever.

I had a little sister whom I adored, and you would have thought, in generosity of spirit, I would have passed the rocking chair down to her. But, although our mother always stressed the benefits of sharing, it somehow did not get passed on to the next child. It was always my chair.

For my mother, that little rocking chair was synonymous with me. No one--cute cuddly teddy bears notwithstanding--could take my place in that chair.

And so it is with all of us--no one can really take our place. Other people may occupy our former houses and desks--but no one can assume your place in your family, your neighborhood, and your workplace. You may have successors, but no real replacements, since you are a unique individual.

And that is why abortion is so unjust. It takes a life that cannot be repeated. And it is a tragedy not only for the person killed, but for the family she would have been born into and all the various people who would have crossed her path. It is an impoverishment of our nation, a searing of our country's soul.

If we built one little rocking chair for each child who never got to see a seventh birthday because of abortion, our landscapes would be filled with more than 57 million empty chairs.

Empty chairs...empty houses...empty lives. Every single abortion changes the world. And not for the better.