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Meet the Neighbors

On the afternoon of the first Sunday of Advent I was invited to visit the neighbors down the block.  In between the morning Masses, a late afternoon wake and the evening Mass, I walked down the block and knocked on the door.  I had been invited a few weeks prior and was eager to visit.  Unfortunately, when I arrived I had knocked on the wrong door and was politely asked to use the front door and not the side door, as the front door was for men only and women used the side door.  Confused, I dutifully obeyed.

When I entered I was politely greeted by about 25 men and their leader who was just finishing an address to the group.  I had now made my second mistake without saying a word:  I had left my shoes on.  I noticed that everyone was barefoot and so I quickly took off my shoes.  It was my first time in a mosque.

The group of men ranged from about 15 to 75 years old; they sat staring at me.  The only other time I had experienced anything like it was when I sat Shiva with my Orthodox Jewish rabbi friends:  as I walked in…silent stares!  I spoke for about 15 minutes and gave a quick overview of the history and teachings of the Catholic faith.  I invited questions; there was only one: “What will be the signs accompanying the Jesus-Messiah’s final return?”  It fit right in with that Sunday’s Advent Gospel.  The answer was simple:  there will no sign; Jesus will come like a thief in the night, when we are least expecting.  The word used is He will come like an “assault,” so that we must always be ready and be prepared that if He should come in the middle of the night, we must be ready.”  To my surprise the ladies had been watching on closed-circuit television and following our conversation from another room behind the petition:  that explained the gasp!  They had not expected such an abrupt and startling answer; however true it might be.  No warning!

After our gathering I observed their very reverential and sincere prayers, which take place six times each day.  They bow toward Mecca and praise the name of God.  After prayers the men had gone to great lengths to prepare a luncheon for me and so we sat around the table and talked faith.  It was almost like a Muslim Knights of Columbus meeting.

I do not recall having been so warmly welcomed and treated as I was that day.  They were sincerely and joyfully interested in my words, grateful I came to visit them; they smiled and laughed and each man wanted to individually come to me in a line to thank me for coming to visit them.  They gave me gifts and a beautiful bouquet of flowers that I told them I would bring to the saint recognized and adored by both faiths:  Miriam, or Mary as we call her.  They asked if they could come visit our parishioners.  I told them certainly we would look forward to that day after the New Year.

I put my shoes back on and collected my gifts.  A young man of about 20 asked if he and his friend could carry my packages back to the church with me; I was very moved by their kindness.  I told them it was raining, but they insisted.  Along the way they asked if they could come some day and play basketball with some of the youth of the parish in our gym.  I told them I would be sure to make that happen.

There are many branches on the Muslim tree as there are many branches in Christianity and Judaism.  Their particular sect called Ahmadiyya lives by a motto that was emblazoned on their walls and worn on pins affixed to their jacket lapels: “Love for all, hatred for none.” 

            I like the new neighbors.  I hope they stay around.  If you see them, please say hello.

– Fr. Gerard Gordon

My Favorite Priest

Whenever you went to visit him you could not help but notice the front door; you could see it from the parking lot as you drove by the church:  CONFESSION!  The foot-high letters were emblazoned on the front door as a reminder to all who knocked, and to all who passed by, that the time of salvation is near; do not postpone God’s Mercy.  Judgement could come at any moment!

Monsignor McDonald was like no other priest you will ever meet; he was cut from a different cloth that they don’t make anymore.  I once asked him when he knew he wanted to be a priest.  He barked the answer: “The moment I was born.”  I asked him if he liked being a Monsignor.  His answer came before I could finish the question: “I love it!”  He loved everything about being a priest; that would give you a little insight into the man who really was beloved by anyone who met him.  His parishioners would always say the same thing: “He doesn’t need a microphone.”  I would agree with that statement.  He shouted the Gospel to all who would listen, and to those who wouldn’t.  Monsignor McDonald usually walked up and down the aisle to preach and would at times climb over the people in the pews to focus onto one individual.  While intimidating, it was surely effective.  He held your attention as he spoke to you, millimeters away from your face.  He was beloved by his parishioners and especially by other priests.  He continued to say his prayers in Latin, in the old-school tradition.  He gave away everything, and never kept a thing for himself.  He had a funny little thing that always amazed us.  It went like this:  if you told him a date—any date—he would tell you what the feast day was.  Or, conversely, if you told him a saint, he would tell you the feast date.  He knew them all, even the most obscure and arcane saint.  We would test him, starting with the easy ones: “St. Francis?”   The quick response: “October 4.”   “November 22?”  Easy “St. Cecilia.”   Then they got harder: “April 9?”  The correct answer: “St. Acacius of Amida.”    “July 24?”  Instantly the correct saint: “St. Christina the Astonishing.”  How did he do it?  How did he know all these things?  The only answer was that he loved our faith and found it inexhaustible.  The saints really were his friends.  As we know the birthdays of our friends, he knew the feast days of his friends the saints….and now he lives with them forever; he is now one of them.

Monsignor McDonald could never pass by a wake without stopping in.  He would go into every parlor when visiting a wake.  I learned that from him.  Whenever I go to a wake, I stop in to say a prayer in the next parlor.  I find the families are very appreciative, and I usually wind up meeting people I know anyway.

Simply put, he loved being a priest.  If you Google “priest,” his picture would probably show up.  He was a “priest’s priest,” as they say.  He was the priest another priest could go to with any concerns, and his responses were always abundantly merciful.  I went to him once with a problem.  I was taking care of my sainted mother who was well into many years of Alzheimers.  I was close to broke and he took out his checkbook and wrote me a check for a couple of hundred dollars.  It was just enough to get us through.

I’m not sure I ever thanked him appropriately for that, but I have never forgotten him for it.  And now from heaven he knows how grateful I am to him for being such a great inspiration of what it meant to be a priest.  I cannot begin to count the lives of the people he helped and touched throughout his many years of service as a priest.

Last week I went to Msgr. McDonald’s wake.  His last wish was that what he had should go to the support of vocations, so that you might have priests and that your children might have priests to serve them.

I wish I had told him that he was my favorite priest.

Tree of Life

[On this Veteran’s Day and Feast of St. Martin of Tours, I share with you the words of my dear friend and Rabbi Barry Dov Schwartz.  Please keep all in your prayers.]

We were just finishing Shabbos services in the Arizona Biltmore. Sonia and I were attending a Jewish National Fund Conference in Phoenix when we heard sirens outside and saw of swarm of flashing police lights. And that is when we were told, about the massacre in Pittsburgh at the synagogue eitz chaim, Tree of Life.

The first phone call I received was from my boss, Police Commissioner Patrick Ryder, under whom I serve as chaplain. He called to express solidarity with the Jewish Community, offering any assistance he could. After that amazing call, which gave me an enormous amount of courage and encouragement, I phoned a Seminary classmate of mine, Rabbi Alvin Berkun, who is Rabbi Emeritus of that Squirrel Hill Synagogue. He told me how he was about to leave his house for the synagogue when his wife Flora, fell ill. Rabbi Berkun went back inside the house, to stay with her. He never made it to synagogue that Shabbat morning when 11 of his congregants were literally mowed down while they were praying.

When I returned home from Arizona, I was overwhelmed by the number of voicemails and emails from dear Christian friends and colleagues, who knew very well, that all Jews are one family. Yes, we were all part of that Tree of Life.

The JNF Conference ended with a thousand women and men heartily singing a popular Israeli folk song, the words of which were composed by a great Chassidic master, the Rabbi of Bratislav:

“Kol ha olom kulo gesher tzar meod – v’ha kir lo l’hipoched klal

The whole world is just a narrow bridge, a very narrow bridge, and the main thing is not to be afraid, not to frighten yourself.”

How true: one step to the wrong side, one terrorist who is ready to sacrifice himself in order to murder others, and your life can be over in an instant. So there is no choice but to move forward until we get to the other side.

But how do you do it? How do you move without giving into fear? How do you live in a dangerous world?

The answer according to Jewish tradition is bitachon. You have to have trust that God is the one who enables us to keep on moving across the narrow bridge of life, with the confidence that we are not alone.

So, as the congregation eitz chaim begins sitting Shiva tonight, we mourn with them, we pray for the injured and we express our gratitude for law enforcement.

For indeed we are one family, one Tree of Life.

Not From the Pastor

Usually I write the columns found in this spot each week. However, this week I am turning over the keyboard to one of our fine parishioners. Anthony is that faithful young Catholic father and husband you see every Sunday with his well-mannered children. I asked Anthony to put together a few thoughts about his experience using FORMED. As you may recall FORMED is a free gift from the parish and the diocese for you. FORMED has been called the “Catholic Netflix.” I hope you are using it, and some of you have kindly given me great feedback about this Catholic website.

1. Go to: formed.org
2. Your ID address is: martours@optonline.net
3. Your password is: formed18!

After reading Anthony’s letter, I thought it so good that I asked him if I could share it with you. So, Anthony, I now hand-over the keyboard to you…

From Netflix to Formed: Raising Catholic Kids In The Modern Age

Being a Catholic parent in the modern age is no easy task. For those of us with growing families, raising our children in the faith continues to be a challenge in an increasingly secular culture. Thankfully, new faith-based resources are available to us to better form the minds, hearts, and souls of the ones we love into young disciples.

We were a Netflix family, but have recently become a Formed family thanks to our parish. (Formed is otherwise called, the Catholic Netflix)

In our pursuit of positive, quality entertainment for our household, we were happy to find a recent Facebook post reminding us that parishioners of St. Martin have been gifted with a free subscription to Formed.org. Formed “is the revolutionary digital platform that gives your parish unprecedented access to video-based study programs, feature films, audio presentations, and eBooks from the Church’s foremost presenters.” There are hundreds of movies and video study programs, as well as engaging audio stories and ebooks, available in English and Spanish.

For little kids, the cartoon Brother Francis is a great alternative to PBS Kids and Disney Jr. For our older children, the Saint movies (i.e. Joan of Arc) have been a hit. For adults, looking to go deeper in their faith journey, Formed offers The Wild Goose study series.

When these shows, among others, are on in our home, we feel better about the use of screen time and can trust that all of the content is empowering.

We encourage all families — particularly fellow parents, as the primary catechists and protectors of young, heaven-bound souls — to also take advantage of this on-demand service through the website or mobile app.

It has strengthened our family. Let it do the same for yours.
Anthony
Parishioner & Amityville Resident

Saint Oscar Romero and Saint Paul VI

This past weekend Pope Francis canonized two twentieth century Catholic figures:  Saint Oscar Romero, former archbishop of San Salvador and Saint Paul VI, the 262nd successor of Saint Peter.

Saint Paul VI, born Giovanni Montini in Concesio, Italy in 1897 was to become one of the favorites of the present Pope, Francis.  Paul VI was known as having presided over the final sessions of the historic Vatican II in the early part of the 1960s.  Saint Paul VI had inherited the Council begun by his predecessor Pope John XXIII.  The Second Vatican Council was a council like no other in that it “modernized” the Church and allowed “the Holy Spirit to flow through the Church.”  The liturgy was now said in the vernacular language of every country in the world.  Here in the United States Pope Paul had made his historic Apostolic Voyage to New York for one day.  He met with Vice President Johnson at the Waldorf Astoria, visited St. Patrick’s Cathedral and the United Nations and offered outdoor Mass at Yankee Stadium.  He was truly the first “traveling Pope” who would eventually visit five of the seven world continents.  His historic and controversial encyclical “Humanae Vitae” was written to address the untethered mores of the 1960 sexual revolution.

Saint Oscar Romero is the first martyr-saint who was united unto death with the poor of El Salvador.  As archbishop of San Salvador he was murdered while celebrating Mass in 1980.  There is a beautiful scene in the movie about his life which shows his unwavering devotion to the Holy Eucharist.  The military had Archbishop Romero in their sights for a long time, most especially because of his preaching against the civil war.  While offering Mass for a large group of poor, the military arrived and ordered everyone out of the church.  They opened fire upon the sanctuary and destroyed all of the art and statues, along with the tabernacle containing the Holy Eucharist.  The movie shows the consecrated hosts flying onto the floor at which point Archbishop Romero reentered the church while under gunfire to kneel down and pick up every single host.  Archbishop Romero knew that each of those hosts was the Lord Himself.  Saint Oscar Romero lived the primary law of every priest:  to protect the Blessed Sacrament.  The Archbishop had protected the Sacrament with his very body.  Please remember that image every time you receive the host:  this is what Saint Oscar Romero died for.

At the canonization Mass this past week at the Vatican, Pope Francis used the chalice and staff once used by Saint Paul VI.  Underneath his vestments, Francis wore the blood-stained vestment worn by Saint Oscar Romero at his martyrdom.

GOSNELL

In 2013 the notorious late-term abortionist Kermit Gosnell was sentenced to life in prison, but you’ve probably never heard of him; there is a reason for that.  Gosnell was quite simply the most successful serial killer in American history.  Let me say that again, Gosnell was the most successful serial killer in American history.  Because of the sensitivity of his trial it was thought that it would be a media-frenzy; to be covered by every media outlet in America. In reality, no one from the media showed up to cover the trial….no one!  The courtroom was empty.

And now there is a movie opening October 12 which tells the real story of the greatest serial killer in American history.  One would think it impossible to make such a film in America today, but the filmmakers have produced this true crime drama.  Kermit Gosnell was found guilty of the murder of newborn children and the negligent death of one mother.  He made millions of dollars over 30 years performing countless late-term abortions in a filthy clinic.  The clinic was never allowed to be inspected by Philadelphia health officials; they were told by the state not to inspect his clinic.

Many of those thousands of children killed over three decades of abortions were infants who were born alive, but then murdered by Gosnell, usually by severing their spinal cords after being delivered.  He kept some of these dead children in formaldehyde jars.  At other times Gosnell employed the often-called “late term abortion” in which the infant is delivered as far as the neck, the skull punctured with scissors and the brains evacuated by suction.

The film will show that not only was Gosnell guilty but also the government officials, the legal system and the media who ignored the most sensational trial of 2013.  The movie trailer is now available online which will show the iconic photo below of an empty courtroom which became the symbol of the media’s decision to ignore this story of unspeakable horrors done to the most innocent of human life.  The producers of the film were shocked that health officials, doctors in emergency rooms and coroners were constantly attending to the women who suffered his butchery or died at his hands, yet they never reported anything; and the media certainly never reported any of this.

As difficult as it may be, I urge you to see this movie opening in 750 theaters across the United States on October 12.

This week the movie was to be shown in previews in Austin, Texas before the October 12 nationwide release.  The screening however had to be cancelled due to what the movie’s producer called the “bullying of Planned Parenthood.”

  

– Fr. Gerard Gordon

Dominican Thanks

After such a great send-off for our wonderful Dominican Sisters, I have been receiving many thank you notes from the nuns themselves.  I want to join my thanks to theirs, especially to the parishioners who worked so hard to provide such a beautiful liturgy and luncheon reception afterwards.  If you were there you know what an historic and bittersweet day it was for the Sisters and parishioners.  The Knights of Columbus, the ladies Columbiettes, the magnificent choir and orchestra and each individual person that attended and prepared the day.

Here are some of the notes I have received from the Sisters:

  • “It was an absolutely beautiful liturgy. Thanks so much to the parishioners for such a lovely farewell.  I was very touched.  I taught fourth grade in the school around 1969—many moons ago.  At present I am retired in the Motherhouse and do Spiritual Direction.  Thank you again.  The food afterwards was delicious.  I remember such a beautiful parish.”  –Sr. Joy
  • “It was good to see you on Sunday. The Mass was beautiful and the lunch was delicious.  I am so grateful to Pauline and Mary and helpers for all of their hard work.  All of you did a great job.  God bless you!  My prayers and love and gratitude.”  –Sr. Kay
  • “The ‘Farewell Celebration’ was wonderful. Everything was done with thoughtful preparation & care.  Thank you for the delicious luncheon.  May God continue to bless you & the parishioners at St. Martin’s.” –Sr. Kathleen
  • “Today’s Farewell Celebration for our Sisters touched me deeply. Thank you for enabling us to gather as we recall fond memories.  You and the people of St. Martin’s are ever in my prayers.  May the preaching continue.”  –Sr. Bernadette
  • “A great big THANK YOU to you and all who made Sunday’s “OP” celebration possible.” –Sr Fran
  • “Thank you, Father, and the ENTIRE group of wonderful, kind, generous, loving thoughtful, creative people of St. Martin’s parish who organized the most beautiful liturgy and luncheon celebration for the Dominican Sisters. THANK YOU SO MUCH!  What more can I say?  I’ll never forget the lovely and loving celebration!  Martin’s convent was home to me for 7 years from 1980-87.  I hope every group and committee will be able to see my Thank You.  Love and prayers, Sister Irene Weiner

After the last Sister had left our convent, and after a century of their holy presence, I had the sad duty of going over to the convent to “turn off the lights” for the last time; it was a very gloomy thing for me to have to do.  I walked through the big silent building and through the hallways.  I saw their simple kitchen and community room.  Upstairs I saw how modestly they had lived in one single room with a bed, desk, chair and sink.  It struck me how profoundly these women Religious had quietly lived the Gospel of simplicity and detachment.  They taught you and your parents and grandparents; they were there to teach, encourage and comfort the countless little ones in their care.  They did what God asked of them in a noble and magnanimous way.

I went into their empty chapel where they gathered each day to pray for us and countless others.  I offered a prayer for them. I turned out the last light, locked the front door and thanked God for the gift they were to us for over a century.

– Fr. Gerard Gordon

Dear Father Gordon

Last month the parish celebrated the Sacrament of Confirmation. Each year the celebration of Confirmation by the parish is a most joyful day. Prior to receiving the sacrament, the students have to write to me requesting to receive this sacramental gift of the Holy Spirit. I want to share with you some of the thoughts that the students in the class that I taught wrote to me.

Dear Father Gordon: “When I receive the gifts of the Holy Spirit, I will be more fully prepared to face the challenges that I will have In the future. I want my Catholic Faith to always be a big part of my life. I understand the importance of helping others, which is something Jesus has taught us to do.”

Dear Father Gordon: “When we get confirmed, we are renewing the promises our parents made for us at Baptism. In Confirmation we are accepting the gift of the Holy Spirit as mature adults. At baptism we had absolutely no idea what was going on and our parents decided that we should be Catholics, but now we are making the decision on our own. I can actually say ‘yes’ by myself.”

Dear Father Gordon: “Over the years, my love for God has grown, making me want to continue my journey in my faith. I have learned to believe in God especially when others do not.”

Dear Father Gordon: “I want to become a leader in this religion. The journey to this moment has been a long one.

Dear Father Gordon: “I am at an age in my life where I have a better understanding of what Jesus really sacrificed for me, so making my confirmation will show him how thankful I really am.”

Dear Father Gordon: “This sacrament is not the end but the beginning of my faith. I know how lucky I am and that I should be thankful for what I have. Looking back on the service hours, it feels good that I was able to help people. I feel that I am ready in fulfilling God’s work.”

Dear Father Gordon: “Throughout my life I learned many things about the Catholic faith, through all the years of Religious Education at St. Martin’s. I understand that life can be occasionally difficult, but I will always try to strive for greatness for Jesus’ life.”

Dear Father Gordon: “I know that I am not perfect but God will accept me that way. I will try to be a better Christian.”

Dear Father Gordon: “I completed many service hours which opened up my eyes to help others. I also completed the Stations of the Cross in class. You told us that Jesus went through many struggles in His life. He fell and people helped Him. He died and He saved my life and the lives of others. This showed me that you can make mistakes in life and always recover from them with Jesus.”

Dear Father Gordon: “I have learned that confirmation is not the end of my faith life, but just the beginning. Thanks for reading my letter.”

Dear Father Gordon: “In preparing for Confirmation I have completed several service projects, reaching out to the community. I gave out Easter baskets and I also helped shovel snow for my elderly neighbor who had just undergone leg amputation surgery. This helped influence my life because it made me realize that you have to put others before yourself. When I am confirmed I would like to make a difference in the Catholic church by helping people that are less fortunate than I am in any way that I can. I was placed on this earth for a reason.”

Here’s my favorite from Jillian:
Dear Father Gordon: “I was researching what Confirmation really means and I came across an analogy that really sums up its meaning for me. The analogy is likened to a ‘tattooing’ of the soul—tattooing it with the mark of Christ. My soul will be figuratively tattooed with the distinguishing mark of dignity which I will carry with me some day into the next life. In a world where most people around me are tattooed with images—some good and some bad, all trying to brand themselves in one way or another, I like the idea of being marked with Christ.”

“God is in the Details”

Some have said that it was the German architect Ludwig van der Rohe who gave us the familiar term “God is in the details.”  It would make sense, since he was a great architect, and architects are successful because every detail must be perfect in his creation.

One of the titles given to God Himself is “The Divine Architect.”  It seems to be an appropriate attribute, since God’s creation is indeed beautiful.  But it is the human—and only the human—into which God puts his “Divine Spark,” it is only the man and woman who bear the Divine imprint upon their souls.  In fact, when Michelangelo painted the famous creation scene in the center of the Sistine Chapel, the face of God and the face of Adam are identical, conveying to us the truth that the man is created “in the image and likeness of God.”  And so, indeed God must be in the details

Recently on the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, Bishop Barres wrote a personal letter to all of his priests here in the diocese to express his gratitude for what his priests do every day.  The letter is a beautiful mini-reflection from his heart to ours: “Cor ad cor loquitur—The heart speaks to the heart.”  I want to share some of his reflection with you for two reasons.  First, because it is beautifully and sincerely written, but also so that you might apply it to your own spirituality.  Below is an excerpt:

Dear Brother Priests:

            I would like to thank you for living your priesthood with authentic Christ-centered holiness.  Pope Francis reminds us that “holiness is the most attractive face of the Church.”  When speaking of holiness as it appears in the parish family, Pope Francis reminds us of gospel stories, images and parables.  He states:

  • Jesus asked His disciples to pay attention to details
  • The little detail that wine was running out at the wedding in Cana
  • The detail that one sheep was missing
  • The detail of noticing the widow who offered her two small coins
  • The detail of having spare oil for the lamps, should the bridegroom delay
  • The detail of asking the disciples how many loaves of bread they had
  • The detail of having a fire burning and fish cooking as He waited for the disciples at daybreak

Pope Francis encourages us and our parishioners to bring this contemplative and evangelizing attention to detail directly into parish life.  A community that cherishes the little details of love, whose members care for one another, is a place where the risen Lord is present.  And so, I want to thank you priests for noticing the little details of your parish:

  • The detail of knowing the heat needs fixing
  • The detail of making sure the snow gets shoveled
  • The detail of calling someone when they are in need
  • The detail of thanking a married couple for the witness of their marriage and family
  • The detail of gently encouraging a vocation to the priesthood
  • The detail of attending parish functions
  • The detail of realizing that a parishioner has been missing from daily Mass
  • The detail of following up with a family that has experienced a tragedy
  • The detail of praying

By paying attention to the little details, we not only grow in holiness, but we reflect the face of Christ. 

I don’t know if it really was van der Rohe who said “God is in the details,” but I do believe he was correct.

– Fr. Gerard Gordon

Life or Not?

This week, holy and Catholic Ireland voted in overwhelming numbers to overturn the existing ban on abortion in Ireland.  This is not good.  Since 1983, the Irish Constitution had guaranteed the protection of the unborn child within the womb—that guarantee of protection is no longer.  In the name of “progress,” the Catholic people of Ireland have willingly and sinfully separated themselves from the fundamental and most basic of all Catholic teachings:  the defense of innocent human life at conception.  This should send a shiver up your spine.  This is the beginning of the “slippery death-slope” for undesirables.  Ireland had always been a bulwark in the defense of the Catholic faith.  With this sinful and fatal decision, we see the cancerous apostasy of an absolute Catholic principle that is fundamental to the ancient faith.  It is no less than a revelation of the infiltration of Satan upon the ancient church of St. Patrick.  I ponder how might the child-in-the-womb have voted?

We in America have become “used to” abortion on demand.  Making something legal does not make it moral.  In 1865, the 19th Amendment to the US Constitution made slavery illegal.  While once legal, slavery was never moral.  Since 1973, abortion has been the legal law of the land and commonplace, but never has it been moral.  About 1 million innocent children per year are murdered in the womb here in the United States.  Of those numbers, the majority are Black children; 19,000,000 innocent Black children have been aborted to date.  Presently, the number of abortions by African American women in the United States is well over 1,000 every day; that is a rate of about 5 times more African American children exterminated than non-Black children.  Played out over these many decades, this has resulted in a catastrophic loss of life to the American Black community.  The American Catholic writer Michael Novak, who died this past year, once calculated that “Since the number of current living Black people in the United States is about 36,000,000, the missing 16,000,000 represents an enormous loss, for without abortion, America’s Black community would now number 52,000,000 persons.  It would be 36 percent larger than it is.  Abortion has swept through the Black community like a scythe, cutting down every fourth member.”

One could ask the question: is this not some diabolical plan?  In 1939 a prominent and ardent supporter of the Ku Klux Klan had targeted the African-American community here in the United States.  In 1939 she wrote these words: “The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through religious appeal.  We don’t want the word to get out that we want to exterminate the Negro population.…”

I hope those words horrify you!  I don’t even like typing them.  Those words were written by Margaret Sanger who started the movement that would become known today as “Planned Parenthood,” the largest provider of abortions in America—paid for with your tax dollars!

Here’s what I can’t understand:  recently a medical doctor in Virginia was convicted of “fetal homicide” and to serve 20 years in prison for poisoning his girlfriend’s tea, causing her to lose the 17-week-old child within her womb.  How, then, can we convict him of murder, when America has declared the child-in-the-womb to be a non-person?  According to abortion supporters, what is in the womb is not a human life, but merely “tissue.”  For the last 40 years America has declared and lived by the law that this is not a human life.  If it is not a human life, then why is this man convicted of homicide?  What crime has he committed since it is only a blob of tissue?

I believe one day America will awaken to the revelation of what this is: an American Holocaust.  Many were silent during Auschwitz, many were silent to slavery, and many are silent to the American Holocaust of slaughtered children offered on the altar of Satan.

And now Ireland, where they celebrate the death of babies and dance in the streets.

– Fr. Gerard Gordon