From catholicsuncook.org: “A Personal Plea Against Assisted Suicide”

It sometimes happens that I’m struck by an online piece, and in looking up information about the author, I find that she or he is a neighbor of mine. So it is today, with this marvelous reflection filled with beauty, grace and challenge, written by someone who lives just a few towns north of me. I hope I’ll meet her in person someday.

In this week when the District of Columbia Council has voted in favor of an assisted suicide measure,  Christina Chase makes her case for embracing life and rejecting suicide.

Do you know what it’s like to be weaker than an infant, laboring daily to breathe, ravaged by an incurable disease, completely and utterly dependent on others for every basic need of survival? I do.  Although I am not terminally ill, but rather chronically ill, I know that one chest cold can turn into pneumonia and kill me… probably an agonizing death over days… or weeks….And there have been times when I have wondered… is my life worth all of this? … all of this work, sacrifice and heartache?

If you know me, then you know how I answer this wondering.  My desire to live is very strong. In fact, I love life…. And, yet, even I feel the guilt and sadness of burdening the people I love… even I wonder if I’m worth it.

So, I can clearly imagine what a person who is terminally ill would face if physician-assisted suicide was made legal in my state.

Read her full post on catholicsuncook.org, the web site for St. John the Baptist Church in Suncook, New Hampshire.

Grace in a graceless season

Spare a moment and a prayer for the political types, please and thank you. I’m one of them. Public policy is part of my vocation. Times like these, I’m tempted to wish it were otherwise.

This is a plague-on-both-your-houses time. Something C.S. Lewis wrote in Mere Christianity captures my attitude.

I feel a strong desire to tell you – and I expect you feel a strong desire to tell me – which of these two errors is the worse. That is the devil getting at us. He always sends errors into the world in pairs – pairs of opposites. And he always encourages us to spend a lot of time thinking which is the worse. You see why, of course? He relies on your extra dislike of the one error to draw you gradually into the opposite one. But do not let us be fooled. We have to keep our eyes on the goal and go straight through between both errors. We have no other concern than that with either of them.

We have to keep our eyes on the goal – the absolute goal of eternity in the Kingdom of God. Few things are harder for me to do. In politics, the goal is the next vote or the next election. In the greater scheme of things, in the Kingdom, the goal is something different.

Urgency is inherent to political work: this vote, this minute, this interview, this crisis, leading up to a defined point: a specific vote or a specific election. Votes and elections are important, but they’re not final.

Even though I’ve moved on from professional campaign work, I keep a sharp eye on candidates whose success matters to me. If a candidate is underperforming, I tend to mutter things like where is your ground game? How many voters have you met? How many doors have you knocked on? How many phone calls have you made?  

The all-consuming urgency sucks up all the spiritual oxygen. No wonder discourse turns nasty, discouragement hits hard, and I keep finding new ways to find fault with politicians and their supporters.

Urgency pulls me away from the Source of my vocation. Counteracting that pull requires more than an act of will. It takes the grace and mercy of God, beyond anything I deserve. I squander those gifts, and He keeps offering them anew, often in little ways.

There’s the Mass, of course. The Sacrifice, the gift of the Eucharist, is priceless. It’s also the best way to poke a finger in the figurative eye of savage times. One should never check a social media feed without praying first.

More grace comes from bishops who take faithful Catholic citizenship seriously and do what they can to keep me mindful of the long view. A friend in a neighboring state shared with me a letter from her bishop about this year’s election. His closing paragraph is balm for my agitated spirit.

My final encouragement is to be people of “Good News,” doing and saying only the good things that men and women need to hear, things that will lift them up. There is already too much anger, vitriol, and incivility in our culture today. We do not need to add to it but instead apply a cure: kindness, charity, and mutual respect for each other as brothers and sisters created in the image of God. (Bishop Christopher J. Coyne, Diocese of Burlington)

You’re a channel of grace every time you speak or post about an election or news event without resorting to invective. You’re ministering to me and who knows how many others when you bring charity and discernment to your political communications. I’ll never stop needing good examples.

A prominent Christian commentator recently warned about “merely” praying during election season, as though prayer were somehow keeping us from our real tasks. I take issue with that. There’s nothing “mere” about calling on the Lord for healing and wisdom, or about upholding one another in prayer in challenging times.

There are no saviors on any ballot. The right to life, among other things, is in for more rough treatment in our country, regardless of an election’s outcome. How we meet that challenge is going to depend on grace. That means prayer. No fair leaving political creatures to their own devices in thorny times like these.

A pro-life journey: “you know what changed my mind?…”

Consider these two tweets from @LetiAdams:

I wish I could get it across to ppl just how much “abortion kills a baby” didn’t work to get me to understand the truth about abortion.You know what changed my mind? Grace. Plus encountering Christians who didn’t shout at me about how wrong I was about everything.

This is why I don’t want anything to do with bloody-baby pictures outside abortion facilities or on billboards or anywhere else.

I was always squeamish about demonstrations showing the dead bodies left behind by abortion. The “ewwww” factor was overwhelming.

Then a few years ago I read Abby Johnson’s Unplanned, and her more recent The Walls are TalkingI met my friend Catherine, a former abortion worker. Together, they burst my bubble. Troublemakers, the pair of them.

Catherine has said, “The worst thing we can do [when meeting abortion workers] is be confrontational, antagonistic. I think the best thing we can do is smile, say hello – just be that peaceful, kind, loving presence they need.” This from a former worker at an abortion facility, who knows what a sidewalk looks like in the hands of people being antagonistic.

It wasn’t a bloody picture that changed her heart, or Abby’s. It was the truth in relationships.  Patience, love, grace, and time were relevant, urgently so.

I need those reminders. Anyone who’s heard me testify at the State House knows that patience is not my strong suit. Some of the people before whom I testify are not receptive. No names, please.

And yet…”You know what changed my mind? Grace.”

How did I pick one that out of this morning’s torrent of mostly-forgettable social media posts? No matter. Social media’s existence has been justified for another day. Carry on.

Adapted from a post on Leaven for the Loaf.