Biding time

In the past few days I've had several people comment to me about the position of those who support contraception, abortion, and gay marriage. The comments being, like Cathy posted about just a few days ago, that these folks don't quite understand Darwin. They are living and promoting choices and lifestyles that don't bode well for their posterity.

Many of these folks champion the notion of survival of the fittest, but don't see the contradiction in the fact that they aren't positioning themselves to survive. Ah, but those of us who profess a belief in a higher being are too strung out on our opiate...is that guns or religion...to know what is necessary to prevent having so many children or to even think for ourselves.

Religion is a crutch for the weak-minded, so said the sage Mr. Ventura, even though the Church, along with its blind minions, has been instrumental in the arts and sciences (see Thomas Woods', "How the Catholic Church Built Western Civilization.")

But who is clinging to a faith and providing for their posterity? Well, the families in my homeschool group are a good example. In the short time I've belonged to this group, nearly every family, within the last two years, has had a baby. Two dozen families committing the societal sin of having more than one or two children. Actually, many of them are well beyond the "more than two" stage.

These children are raised in homes where the Faith will be handed down.

So, while the rest of the world clamors for all that is contrary to life, a remnant remains of strong Catholic families filled with children -- children that will populate our seminaries, run for elected office, staff our hospitals and teach in our universities.

As I said on Cathy's blog, the Catholic motto should be like that of CBS' Survivor...Outwit. Outplay. Outlast.

Or, like Doritos..."We'll make more."

Congrats to all the families who recently had new little blessings and to those moms in the group (currently four!) who are expecting in the next few months. You are a blessing to us all. May God bless your families abundantly.

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There's a sad sort of clanging
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nurs'ry an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckcoo".

Regretfully they tell us,
But firmly they compel us
To say goodbye to you.
~"So long, Farewell," from The Sound of Music