And one back. Perhaps this will swing north of us. The snow doesn’t matter so much as the cold temperatures. If it gets too cold, the few spring bulbs and the lilac buds will get zapped. That happened two years ago, and to a certain extent, last year. Adding insult to injury after The Longest Winter Ever. I depend on my lilacs.
What a weekend. Suffice it to say, I’m glad it’s over. Yes–I’m thankful it’s Monday. One of the perks of working at home. Schedule, order, talk radio, nap time–all there.
And now this Notre Dame thing. It’s really bothering me. I take comfort in knowing that it is bothering a lot of others, as well. From a convert’s perspective, it rankles the soul when an institution from the pillar and foundation of the Truth and the ultimate Defender of Life, and especially the one named for Our Lady, sinks to new lows in inviting The Abortion President to speak at their commencement and receive an honorary degree. And I can safely say that if one more person mentions the importance of “dialogue,” I’ll heave. Enough with the dialogue. Dialogue has gotten us to where we are now. The man sitting in the Oval Office is not teachable. His hubris is palpable. To be perfectly honest, there is something absolutely repellent about the man. Call it what you will, but something in my soul shrinks away when I see him or hear him speak. Everyone throws the word “evil” around so much now that it has lost its meaning or has made its user a laughingstock, but I’ll take the risk. I think anyone who would take the anti-life stances that President Obama has taken so thoroughly, consistently, and unapologetically just has to have a black soul. And it is my right to believe this, as I still maintain that there are such things in this world as “right” and “wrong.”
So, if you’re interested in signing a burgeoning petition to Notre Dame in grievance of this fiasco, by all means do so, here.
And while you’re at it, remember to participate in Red Envelope Day. Find a red envelope. Address it to: President Barack Obama/The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Ave N.W. Washington, D.C. 20500 Seal it empty, and write on the back of the letter: This envelope represents one child who died in abortion. It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world. Responsibility begins with conception. Mail your envelope on March 31st. And pray to change the heart of the president. Because it is our first and last hope.