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From February 2006
PILGRIMAGE TO WASHINGTON
On the afternoon of
January 22, a Sunday, I spent a few minutes packing, climbed into the
family car, enjoyed a couple of pastoral visits, and then headed
toward I-95 and Washington, DC. The purpose of the trip was to take
part in the annual Lifewatch events the next day.
Arrival time -- at
the Red Roof Inn, at Fifth and H, NW in DC’s Chinatown -- was 11:15
p.m. The hotel was filled with young people who had more energy than
the sum of the energy of all the Division 1 basketball players in the
nation. Their quick laughter and loud conversation was more
infectious than irritating. The next morning most of the Red Roof Inn
youth walked a block to the MCI Center to join 20,000 other youth for
a Catholic mass celebrated for life.
On
Monday morning, the Lifewatch Service of Worship took place in The
United Methodist Building, which is located on Maryland Avenue, NW
across the street from the United States Supreme Court. The
congregation was small, but most importantly Jesus Christ was there in
Word and Sacrament. The morning’s sermon was delivered by Dr. Kendall
Soulen, a professor at Wesley Theological Seminary in Washington.
Preaching on
”Election, Not Selection,” Dr. Soulen sided with the little guys:
“Eugenics prefers healthy people over unhealthy people, smart ones to
stupid ones, hearing people to the deaf, and so on. To the degree that
eugenics can be said to confer benefits at all, it does so not by
improving the condition of those who are needy, but rather by
selecting for existence those for whom life can be expected to go
well. Even when eugenic interventions are successful in their own
terms, they do not cure any person's disease or raise anyone's
intelligence or confer longevity upon anyone. Instead, they bring about
a world filled with people who enjoy these advantages from their
beginnings. In this respect, eugenics does not really require us to
have hopes for our fellow human beings, to bear their infirmities, or to
labor on their behalf. Rather, it requires us to exercise a preference
for the sort of neighbors we will have, namely, the kind who are least
likely to trouble us with their infirmities in the first place....
“The God attested by
the Scriptures is a God who chooses the least likely: Moses the
stutterer, or David the youngest of eight brothers, the Suffering
Servant without form or comeliness. In God's household, it is not only
the weak who are dependent on the strong. Time and again, the
well-being of the strong turns out to be dependent on those who by human
reckoning are least.
“This is the basic
point: the Christian faith holds that human worth does not vary
according to genetic endowment, nor does a person lose his or her moral
worth or purpose in life simply because he or she suffers genuine
afflictions such as mental retardation, physical malformation, or
disease. Such conditions should not be sentimentalized, but neither
should they be treated as insurmountable obstacles that render a person
unsuited to God's electing purpose. Indeed, paradoxical and offensive
though it may seem, human weakness is often the very place where God's
strength is revealed....” Hearing this powerful sermon made the long
trip worthwhile.
After the receiving
the Bread and Wine and singing the hymns, most of us headed down Capitol
Hill to join the assembly of tens of thousands of pro-life marchers on
the Mall at 7th Street, NW. It was a joyous crowd. Very young. Very
upbeat. And there was all that youthful energy again.
Several of us carried
the Lifewatch banner in the march. (The same banner was featured in a
Washington Post photo of the 2005 March for Life.) We talked,
laughed, and kidded each other the entire trek, with the thousands, up
the Hill.
By 3:00 p.m. we were
back in The United Methodist Building (after begging the DC police to
gain entry). We passed by a woman at the desk who was a bit agitated
“that so many kids were missing school” that day. The Lifewatch Board
Meeting, in a quiet conference room, went on for a couple of hours.
After catching a
hamburger at Union Station, it was back to the hotel’s underground
parking lot. Driving into the dark rain at 7:10 p.m., I parked the car
at St. Peter’s Church at 1:10 Tuesday morning. No traffic jams on I-95
this year!
This annual
pilgrimage is hardly restful. But it is inspiring. It is a time filled
with life and love, forgiveness and hope, truth and unity.
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