Ignorance is Not an Option

When it comes to being Pro-life, one is often considered crazy or zealously religious by those who see things from the opposite viewpoint. And, I guess I've been called both of those things. So I've decided to make my case against abortion in a scientific and thought-provoking manner. This is a conversation that could go on forever between opposing parties, so I'm going to try to use 3 short points and briefly back them up. Many of the beliefs we have about abortion are deeply rooted in history and centuries of dealng with this practice.

1. We can no longer claim ignorance...meaning, for centuries, and even well into the 20th century, one could say we didn't know when conception occurred or when life began. But, by the mid-20th century and especially today, we know the answer to this age-old question. Conception is the beginning of a new life. From that time forward, something new is living and growing. Many have said, an embryo or fetus is not a person, but we can no longer make that statement. We know that once concieved that embryo will continue to grow and form a completely new and unique individual. With the use of 4D imagery, we can see a clear picture of this new person, moving, smiling, grimacing, sucking, sleeping, awaking and interacting with his or her environment. Ignorance is no longer an option.

2. It's my body, I can do as I please...is it your body? That new and unique individual might be growing in your body, but it is NOT your body. Should a DNA sample be taken from the embryo, fetus, or infant after delivery, that baby will have it's own set of DNA, separate from the mother or father. It will have it's OWN body, unique only to him or herself. It's true, the intricacies of DNA weren't discovered until the 20th century and even more knowledge about DNA has come to light with the Human Genome Project. We continue to learn more about DNA and the make-up of each individual person even as we enter the 21st century. Ignorance is no longer an option.

3. A civil society...are we civil? We pride ourselves on the fact that our nation has come so far in the equal treatment of the person. We think the Civil Rights Movement of the 50's and 60's solved all our problems and we falsely pride ourselves in overcoming such predjudice. Those who weren't white, were considered less than, non-humans, and property. Their right's were denied, they suffered, and they died at the hands of an ignorant society. This form of treatment continues in many countries and cultures today. But, America thinks they're better than that...we've come beyond, and we look down on those beliefs. Have we? Do we?...have we moved beyond...do we look down on this type of belief or treatment? I say, until we treat the unborn child with the dignity and repect it's due, we're a failure at Civil Rights!! Just as the black man, woman, and child was treated as less than, non-human, and the property of...we treat the unborn child in the same exact manner. This is a living, breathing (yes, the lungs work in utero), human, equal to you, possessing it's own DNA, person. Yes, this person is weak, helpless, and has no voice, but does that mean he or she is less than?...NO!!

Those who fight for the rights of the unborn are speaking for each child who can't and like each person on this planet, pro-lifers are unique and varied. Even if you can't accept their religious agruments to the opposition of abortion, remember the scientific and reasonably humane points listed above. Ignorance is no longer an option!

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It "WAS" a Wonderful Life!!

Tonight I had the pleasure of watching the Frank Capra classic, It's a Wonderful Life, on the big screen at Corner Theatre. While watching the movie, I was struck with the thought of a wonderful life that was lost this year, my mother. I thought of all the lives she touched over the years and how much she made a difference in this world. Of course, without her, there would be no me and my children would have never been born. I think of all the people she met and influenced through her work with the public and all the children she gave her time and talent to through the years. All the times she picked up little girls for cheerleading practice and how she gave time and attention to each one. And how they would come back to her and thank her for everything she had done for them. One of those young girls found herself expecting a child while she was just a teen. She came to tell my mother of her situation, because she was worried what my mother would think of her. But, my mother just held out her arms and gave her a big hug and told her that she loved her and gave her support and encouragement. I think of another little girl, who found herself on the wrong side of the law, later in her life, and how my mother never gave up on her and always gave her the benefit of the doubt. My mother always believed in and tried to help those whom the world turned away. She helped the alcoholic, the poor, the sick, the prisoner, and the widow. I can't count the times she gave her own money and food to her neighbors or how she organized to buy Christmas gifts for a needy family. She was once a poor little girl herself, and never forgot how that felt and how others had helped her. And when I think of all the children who were taught religious education by Miss Rose, it brings tears to my eyes. She led so many little souls to Jesus. She was a loving, giving, and devoted daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, and friend. It goes without saying that my mother was always there for me and my children. She never missed a field trip, class party, or activity in which I was involved. And she adored her grandchildren the same way. I've never seen a more loving and giving mother and grandmother. That's why our hearts will always be broken. And while no life is perfect, our gifts and talents do not go unnoticed by God. I know without a doubt that my life and the lives of many others were forever changed for the better by the life of my mother. Rose Marie Allen Taylor, your life was definitely wonderful!! Thank You and Merry Christmas Mother!! I love you!!

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A Letter to Myself

Dear Lisa,
I am writing this letter to you from the past, but I want you to know and remember a few things in the future! Always remember your children will still be your children, even when they're grown. They'll still need your love and support for the rest of your life. Just because they're 20, 30 or 40 doesn't mean that they won't need their mama and daddy! God gave them to you and asked you to take care of them and there's no time limit on this responsibility. Sure, you hope they'll grow to be independent, well-adjusted, loving, and giving adults; but that doesn't change the fact, that sometimes...you just need your mother!! One day, life will hit them square in the face. They'll have troubles and hardships, be they physical, emotional, or spiritual. You should be the place they run to, you should be the first person they call!! They'll need a safe place, one where they know they can always return. Don't you always turn to your Heavenly Father?? So too, let your children return to you!! Always have open arms,large ears, and a small mouth!! Remember to give advice lovingly, knowing they may or may not take it. Remember, there'll be a time in life, where they think they don't need you. They'll push you away and refuse to take your advice. Remember, this is part of growing up and becoming independent. They're achieving a developmental milestone. Does this mean that you'll never be needed again? NO!! Will they ever take advantage of you?? YES!! Haven't we all taken advantage of our parents? They'll have to make their own mistakes, but when their world crashes, never say..."I told you so"!! They'll understand your wisdom as they get older. Lisa, I've made you a list of things that are important and you should try to follow them as your children grow into adults.

Always show up to events and functions for your children and grandchildren.
They'll never remember the things you came to, but will always remember the
things you didn't!!

Cook dinner for your children as often as time and location allows!!

When their funds are tight, help them with food, and clothes!!

Be generous with your grandchildren...help buy their clothes, school
supplies & lunches!!

Call your children, even if they don't call you!!

Tell your children you love them, even if they're 50!!

Always be available!!

Talk less and listen more!!

Remember you're still the mama, and they're the child. Always comfort their aches and pains!!

Never let anything separate you from your children!!

p.s. If I think of anything else, I'll let you know!!

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The Cross Without Christ

On Tues., September 14th, we celebrated a special feast day, The Exaltation of the Holy Cross. In my church, you will find no shortage of crosses. In fact, they are usually crucifixes. A crucifix, is a cross with the body of our Savior, Jesus Christ upon it (Corpus Christi). I'm often asked by non-catholics, "Why do you only use crosses with Jesus on them"?, "Don't you know Jesus isn't on the cross anymore, He rose from the dead"? Yes, we do know he rose from the dead, and it's true that the cross without the Resurrection lacks meaning. But, likewise, there would be no need for the Resurrection without the sacrifice of Jesus Christ! When I see an empty cross, I don't see the whole picture. I want to remember what Jesus did for me!! The crucified Jesus helps me identify with my own sufferings and crosses in life. It reminds me that our God, became flesh and lived, loved, laughed, cried, suffered, and died. Our God has felt the same things we feel! He's not just sitting on a throne, looking down on our sufferings; he has lived them and understands our every pain and groan. Yes, I wear this intrument of torture around my neck and yes, it has the body of my Savior upon it; because for me...the Cross without Christ is nothing!

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

After watching The Wizard of Oz last friday night, I was inspired to write this commentary. Yes, the movie is strange; but as kids we were all drawn to it. That's still true for me and now my own kids. With all the talk of wizards and witches, I guess one could find evil lurking down the Yellow Brick Road. But, I found so many good metaphors there too. Just like Dorothy, we're all searching and yearning to find our way home and for the Christian, our home is with God. I find it amazing that God equips us to make this journey from the time we're born. Just like the "Oz" quartet, we have what we need inside us all along. God gives us a BRAIN and a HEART to know, love, and serve him and others. A BRAIN to know right from wrong...for knowledge, understanding, right judgement, and wisdom. A HEART that we might grow in love for Him and others. A HEART to see God as wonderous and awesome! We have the capacity for kindness, compassion, and empathy. And COURAGE, a gift of the Holy Spirit, to face the challenges of living everyday. COURAGE to stand up for what's right and fight that which is evil. All these virtues are innate and if cultivated by the Holy Spirit lead us to our ultimate destination...into the arms of the one who loves us most, our Heavenly Father. So when in doubt of your path in life, use these beautiful gifts from God to follow your own Yellow Brick Road.

Letter to Mother

As many of my close friends and family know, I experienced the devastating loss of my mother on May 6th, 2010. I decided at that time, to take a break from writing. It wasn't for a lack of material, more like an overwhelming influx of thoughts and emotions. I sort of had to sleep on them, so to speak. I had so much to say and couldn't get all my thoughts organized. I loved writing on my blog though and knew that I wanted to return. I decided several weeks ago that I would make my return to the blogosphere on my mother's birthday. What would I write...how would I start off??? Then, it came to me, I would share the letter I wrote to my mother on the day before she passed. While sitting at her bedside, I composed a letter that I was going to read to her and at her wake service. It was one of the most difficult letters to write emotionally, but the words flowed easily from my heart onto the paper. I wrote the letter on May 5th, 2010 and after writing it, I read it to my mother. She was heavily sedated and breathing with the assistance of a ventilator, but I knew that God had allowed the words to penetrate her heart. I knew she could feel the overwhelming love and gratitude that I had for her. After she passed, I met with our priest, Fr. Vernon to go over the details of her wake and funeral service. I told him that I wanted to read the letter at her wake service. He cut his eyes in my direction and with a slight grin said, "Are you sure you're going to be able to do this?" Was I sure? No, not really, but I said "yes", because I knew I had to do it. Mother and I were more than just mother and daughter, we were like sisters and best friends. She told me everything, and I told her everything. I knew her better than anyone. I wanted the people present to know how much she meant to me and what she had taught me. Before the wake service concluded, I got up to read my letter. I remember being a little weak and I told myself not to even think about the people, just to think about mother and just read the words to her. I said, please God, don't let me get to emotional and be unable to finish and then I began to read...

5-5-10

Dear Mother,

I want to thank you for being the best mother any daughter could ever have. From the day I was born, you loved and protected me, and we have been best friends for almost 44 yrs. You were always there for me when I was little. If I was sick, you nursed me and slept right by my side. You were at every school function and even became involved in all my activities. There were cheerleading practices, football games, dance lessons, and recitals. Remember when I was a teenager and people thought we were sisters. You just loved that and I did too, because we were only 20 yrs. apart.

Mother, you have taught me so much in life. You taught me manners and respect for others. You taught me how to be caring, compassionate, and how to forgive. You taught me how to be a lady, a wife, and a mother. Even if I complained, I always listened to your advice.

You never held a grudge, and I was a pouter. You were smart, outgoing and outspoken. You had a great personality and you never met a stranger. You always believed in telling the truth. Sometimes, I or others didn’t want to hear it, but you were mostly right in what you had to say, and only said it to help, never to be mean. You never kept secrets, sometimes I wished you would have, but really I know why-you were so honest. I get my honesty from you. You loved telling your life story and sometimes we would just say…mother’s telling her life story again!!

You had so many talents, and I hope I have inherited a few of them. You were creative; and I got that one. You were a great talker; I got that one too, but you were better. You were a great dancer, but I think I’m better at that!! You were compassionate and caring to others, especially those that society looks down on. We would laugh, because we both had a knack for attracting “unusual” people, but we both liked it that way. Maybe God sent them to us, because he knew we wouldn’t judge them. You were a kind and giving daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, and friend. I hope to be half as good as you. Sometimes, you were so kind to strangers that it left you open to being taken advantage of. I would fuss at you for letting others “use” you, but you would always say, they would have to answer for that. You could never be outdone in giving!!

Many times when I was younger and several times over the last few years, you have literally given Raleigh and I your last dollar. You were so unselfish!!

I don’t want to make you out to be perfect, but you always tried to improve and be a better person.

One thing I’ve always admired about you was your ability to overcome any obstacle and challenge. You fought so many battles in your life. You were born premature in 1946. Your mom was told you might not live, but you were a fighter. You suffered the divorce of your parents and poverty as a child. At five, you contracted polio. Your mother was told you might never walk again, but you proved the doctors wrong. You pedaled that little red fire engine through the pain and kept going. You survived abuse at the hands of a relative. You endured the separation from your sister at a very young age, and a step-father that denied you necessities and time with your mother. And you survived the heartbreak of divorce as an adult. You have suffered so much with your health in the past ten years, and it has been so tough to see your pain. But, you never let it stop you, you kept going. You always wanted to be there for me, Raleigh and the kids. I hope my family and I have brought you joy and love, because you deserve it!!

I always enjoyed our time together. I remember when I would sit in your lap and you would read me stories and teach me nursery rhymes. All the Christmases that you showered me with too many presents, because I was the only child and you spoiled me. I remember all the times you defended me when you thought I had been wronged by others. I remember all of our fun shopping trips to Parisian and how you couldn’t resist buying me the best of everything, even if it meant you did without. We had some great mother/daughter times. And, I’ll never forget our long talks and phone calls. That’s what I miss most right now.

You were an awesome grandmother too. You have been so loving and giving to my children. You always said that you were going to give to them while you were alive, because when you were gone, it would be too late. You have given them so much and I’m sure they will never forget.

One of my favorite verses is John 13:34-35. It says,

34"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."

Mother, I think you are known as a disciple in Heaven right now, because you have shown love to others.

Thank you for teaching me how to be a wife, mother, and friend. You are my role model and inspiration. For a simple, ordinary person who lived a simple life, you have made an extraordinary impact. You have touched the lives of so many people and I hope I can live up to that.

I know your flaws, shortcomings, and sins, because you never tried to hide them from me. And I know they are covered by the blood of Jesus and have been forgiven. You should have no regrets and right now, I know you’re enjoying your eternal reward- a life free of pain and suffering in the presence of God. I know you have been welcomed into the Father’s Kingdom!!


I love you mother and always will,
Your daughter,
Lisa Michelle Taylor Dougherty




NOTE: I read this letter to my mother and those present at her visitation and wake on Mon. May 10, 2010. I wrote the letter on Wed. May 5, 2010, while I was sitting at her bedside in the ICU. I knew our time was short and that her death could come at anytime. After I wrote the letter, I went up to her side and read the letter to her. She was heavily sedated on the ventilator and unresponsive, but I know God allowed her to her my words. I gave her permission to go, if she needed to go. And told her that I would be ok and Raleigh and my family would take care of me. She passed away the next day, on Thurs. May 6, 2010 at 8:15pm. At that moment, she arrived in her Heavenly home surrounded by Angels and loved ones who were waiting. To her, nothing else existed…only GOD in his glory! Since that day, I have received numerous signs of her care for me and her happiness. I have kept a journal and listed each one of them. I thank my mother and our Heavenly Father for giving this peace to me. And while I grieve her loss more deeply than anything I’ve ever experienced, I know she is happy and at peace. This gift is helping me survive my exile. I know one day we will be reunited and I will truly be home!

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I'll Be Back!!

New post coming on August 21, 2010!

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