I’ve been on holiday. Many thanks to Faye for the most excellent blog posts this past week. I found myself mostly under water at a beautiful lake in the Ottawa Valley with my nieces. I was a kid again, evidence above.
I’m in Toronto now and early this morning I saw four pro-life protestors standing with tape over their mouths that said “Life.”
I just felt it was so encouraging. It’s a simple thing they are doing. But I certainly noticed. I pulled over to shout out my thanks. They waved.
There must be an abortion clinic near that corner, I’d guess (Dufferin and Lawrence).
I came home to read an article in the National Post, Requiem for a Dreamer. One Laura Atlanta Only Genus died last week at age 107. She marched with Martin Luther King Jr.
Which prompted me to look up my favourite Martin Luther King Jr. quote:
You may be 38 years old, as I happen to be. And one day, some great opportunity stands before you and calls you to stand up for some great principle, some great issue, some great cause. And you refuse to do it because you are afraid…. You refuse to do it because you want to live longer…. You’re afraid that you will lose your job, or you are afraid that you will be criticized or that you will lose your popularity, or you’re afraid that somebody will stab you, or shoot at you or bomb your house; so you refuse to take the stand.Well, you may go on and live until you are 90, but you’re just as dead at 38 as you would be at 90. And the cessation of breathing in your life is but the belated announcement of an earlier death of the spirit.”
I have about eight months to memorize that one, before my 38th birthday. At which point on a particular day in April, I will go forward loudly proclaiming.
107 years. Imagine that. And yet, even at 107 life is still short. Very short. We are but mists on a field, here today and gone tomorrow.
Here ends the rambling.








Beautiful quote… And yes, there is a clinic there. And welcome to Toronto!