I have to say that for me, the hardest thing to pray for is mercy. And the hardest people for me to pray for it for are those who murder children, and those who unashamedly support those who murder children.
When the end of the day comes I could really care less about all the gays who hate the Church, and all the people who sue people who refuse to make them a cake or take a picture of them, or sell them flowers, or issue them a marriage license. Call me a bigot all day, tell me how much I hate myself for believing that acting upon my attractions is a sin, walk into Mass wearing a rainbow sash, and stand up during the readings and start same-sex kissing. I can easily find it in my heart to pray for you, and to hope for mercy and forgiveness for you.
But I find it so difficult, even though I know God requires it, to be calm and compassionate towards people who do this/support this/advocate this/celebrate this/vilify anyone and everyone who opposes this:
Abortion at 9 weeks.
Abortion at 22 weeks (4.5 months)
It is so hard for me to look at these victims, and to not desire vengeance for them. I feel as if I betray them by asking for mercy on those who perpetuate these serious crimes against humanity. I find it difficult to pray anything except, “make them stand before the millions of murdered children on the day they die, make them look in them in the eyes, make them listen to their voices, let those children be the ones to throw them into the fire.”
The newest facebook/twitter/social media/slactivist fad for today is #shoutyourabortion.
Those pictures are what people are shouting. They are proud of that! They revel in their right to do that! They love murder! They love shedding blood and take joy in it! And God asks me to show them mercy.
Yes he does. And it is hard. Because the fact that this:
doesn’t phase them, doesn’t make them stop to think, but only spurs on their bloodlust, makes me so sad. It’s just sad. When you take a step back, out of the noise, out of the frenzy that is stirred up, it is simply sad, that for whatever reason, something has seriously distorted their ability to love, their ability to desire the good of the other, their ability to acknowledge another’s worth. Who is guiding them? It is not their faults that their ability to reason is so warped. They are victims too, victims of a culture that failed them, broken homes, broken promises, broken dreams, broken, because the culture forgot God.
At the sight of the crowds, his heart was moved with pity for them because they were troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few; so ask the master of the harvest to send out laborers for his harvest.”
Jesus, may our prayers for abortionists, clinic workers, and those who staunchly defend and promote the slaughter, be vigilant but compassionate, just but merciful. Help us to remember that no one is incapable of receiving your mercy and repenting of their sins. Send out laborers to those entrenched in the abortion industry, to rescue them, to give them what their hearts truly need. And may you care for and have mercy on the children who were killed before they were born, and especially those who were born alive after a failed abortion and were then killed or left to die, alone, with nobody else in the world to love them and console them after the traumatic experience of attempted murder. Fill us with love God, do not let us be consumed with hate, do not let us become like them. Let us be Christ to them. Amen.
[photos from abortionno.org]