Welcome to the Desert

"Remember, man, that you are dust and unto dust you shall return."

It's hard to believe it's that time again....but it is...it's lent. This year, just like many in the past, I find myself powerfully reminded of the need for conversion, fasting, and prayer. Lent is the time to repent- to struggle, to fast, pray, and see our sinfulness and return to God's loving arms begging mercy and forgiveness. The sacrifices of lent and the suffering encountered therein take different manifestations each year for me, but each one with it's own revelations and poignant lessons. Last year it was being in Host Defense for all of lent, missing holy Thursday mass because my exam was on Good Friday. It was about yearning for God, seeking His will, and recognizing that I'm just as sinful and wretched as everyone else. This year is no different...already full of suffering. Gracefilled? yes. An inspiration to pray and fast all the harder? YES!! Fun? Not so much.

Yesterday morning, my friend and I went to mass at 7am before our 8:30am class, received our ashes...big, dark crosses displayed across our foreheads. Seeing us walking into class made me think of revelation, when the followers of the beast all get the mark but only those who follow the Lord do not- not having the mark sets them apart for ridicule and shame. So it was with us. The 3 of us sitting in class of 160 people, our faith clearly displayed across our faces literally. No hiding our opinion or our thoughts on what we were about to discuss....which was controlling contraception. Little did we know that our whole class yesterday was going to be on birth control, abortion, and sterilization methods. in His mercy, my friend and I (and our other faithful Catholic friend) were all sitting right across the aisle from each other. We started with a case of a 16 year old girl who comes in for birth control- as we cared for her over the next 20 years of her life she went through 2 pregnancy scares, 1 abortion, 1 STD, 3 babies, 1 divorce, and 1 considered tubal ligation. All of that....I can't help but feel that this is a sad statement of what we've become as humans...that we kill our own children and rationalize our way out of it citing "convenience" and "free choice".

Well during this whole discussion I sat there with tears in my eyes and rosary in my hand. My friend, the spitfire that she is, actually had the guts to ask the professor if they spend as much time trying to save the baby as they do preparing the mother for the abortion. The tension and disdain in the room was tangible at that point. God forgive me, but I was fearful and timid. I know what I believe, but really didn't want to incur that wrath upon myself. I can rationalize it saying that I know they wouldn't have listened anyway, but still....I'm ashamed that I was almost embarassed, praying that she wouldn't draw too much attention to our cross lined selves sitting there like silent statues, nausea and tears. When I think about it now, it makes me think of the women who stood at the foot of the cross- silent, tearful, sad, and praying. And that's what I was= interceding that the holy spirit would give my friend wisdom in her words, and that God would work in the hearts of my classmates- me, a silent intercessor calling down the ranks of heaven to defend us and to defend what we believe.

I don't think anyone listened, at least not really listened. People label us as crazy fanatics, irrational and cruel. 'how can you make someone suffer like that?" they ask me....ironic since they're they ones killing someone. Even my physiology book says "Immediately after fertilization, the zygote or fertilized egg begins to divide and a new life begins." What is worse than just not agreeing with our viewpoint is the amount of anger and disdain that we encountered. I logged onto facebook that same day and a good friend of mine (who I spend a lot of time with - enough to know that we have VERY different perspectives on this subject) had posted something to the extent that if we don't agree with learning about abortion we should have gone to a Catholic medical school. This comment was obviously about my friend who was speaking up in class, but it still stung me. what's worse is that about 13 of my FRIENDS here at school liked the post and made additional comments. Of the ones I read, they were all negative towards the church and our beliefs about sex, masturbation, and the right to life. So much anger and ridicule. They must have known that I would see that- didn't they think about the fact that one of the people they are attacking and ridiculing is someone they're friends with??? I was tempted to send her an email, say SOMETHING about it- to try and speak up and put a face with the people they attacked- hoping it would turn their hearts or something. But God spoke to my heart and simply whispered "PRAY". So that's what I've been doing ....for the last 2 days I've been offering it up, fasting, and praying. Praying for my friends that seem to hate the most fundamental parts of who I and what I believe so much. Praying for an end to abortion. Praying for all the woundedness in the world. Praying that not a single soul would be lost to the fires of hell.

More than anything I'm just sad right now. I'm so sad at what we as a society have become, and the moral gymnastics that we flip to rationalize what we want. I know that the anger and all of that comes from deep inside - from hatred at seeing actions in the light. What we say is NOT what they want to hear, so they reject it whole heartedly and make us into fanatics and judgmental oppressors, when the reality is that we are the most free of everyone.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say, except- welcome to the desert.