Last Friday was the one year anniversary of my father’s passing. I went to the cemetery where his remains are kept in a columbarium. During my visit I witnessed a woman in the throws of sorrow. She was doubled over on the ground moaning in front of one section of the wall. At another point I saw a man sitting on a bench staring at the wall with a blank look on his face, as though he was confused at the reality he was contemplating. During my visit I joined these individuals in struggling through a moment of genuine heartache for the loss of a loved one.
Yesterday I joined a large crowd of people in front of the Colorado State Capital building to pray for the defeat of some rather hideous legislation that seeks to curtail any future limitations or regulations on abortion in my state. Many legislators in my state believe they are supporting genuine progress by securing the right of a mother to kill her children in her womb. This kind of death is of course very different from the death that I encountered and mourned at the cemetery. Yes, in both cases a human person dies, Continue readingby