I’ve got a bunch of work to do, but if you don’t, here are two sites that deserve further consideration. The first is an essay in pictures of the March for Life in D.C. Notice the diversity and the serious joy which is so in contrast to the pro-death marches.

The second is an essay by Edward Oakes at First Things on “Reason and Pop Atheism.”


“Will Someone Take Me To a Pub?”

A Ballade Of An Anti-puritan

G.K. Chesterton

They spoke of Progress spiring round,
Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward–
It is not true to say I frowned,
Or ran about the room and roared;
I might have simply sat and snored–
I rose politely in the club
And said, `I feel a little bored;
Will someone take me to a pub?’

The new world’s wisest did surround
Me; and it pains me to record
I did not think their views profound,
Or their conclusions well assured;
The simple life I can’t afford,
Besides, I do not like the grub–
I want a mash and sausage, `scored’–
Will someone take me to a pub?

I know where Men can still be found,
Anger and clamorous accord,
And virtues growing from the ground,
And fellowship of beer and board,
And song, that is a sturdy cord,
And hope, that is a hardy shrub,
And goodness, that is God’s last word–
Will someone take me to a pub?

Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword
To see the sort of knights you dub–
Is that the last of them–O Lord
Will someone take me to a pub?

The Feast of My Namesake

St. Timothy

Today is the feast day of St. Timothy, for whom I am named. 

Here’s the collect:

O almighty God, by your Son, our Savior, you have always given to your Church on earth faithful shepherds to guide and feed your flock.  Therefore we pray, make all pastors diligent to preach your holy Word and minister your means of grace, and grant your people wisdom to follow in the way that leads to life eternal; through our Lord Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. 



More on Jan. 22-Blogging for Life

So, they’re “blogging for choice,” whatever that means. What do you have to do? Tell everyone why you’re “pro-choice,” which, when not covered by a euphemism, means “pro-death-of-babies-for-whatever-reason-I-see-fit-like-my-clothes-won’t-fit-anymore.”

I’d be interested in why you’re pro-life, if you are.

Why am I pro-life? The first time I remember thinking about abortion was when I saw a newspaper article for the March for Life in Olympia. I asked my mother (you can thank yours tomorrow for allowing you to live) what it was about and she said it was a march against killing babies. Well, naturally, I didn’t think killing babies was a very good idea. The short version is, I still don’t. Incidentally, don’t you think it’s great that all these women are getting worked up about being able to pass down the right to murder to the children they’ll never have? Hey, don’t worry about Roe vs. Wade getting struck down! Your children won’t be here to see it! (You killed them, remember?) The real issue is not women having choices; it’s not having to face the consequences (prison) of those choices. You’ve got the choice not to have sex with someone you don’t want to raise a child with. You’ve got the choice to kill your child and face the consequences of that action. You’ve got the choice to live with yourself. You just don’t want to be held accountable.

If you regret your abortion, do not take the above paragraph to heart. The mercy of God in Jesus Christ is big enough to cover all your sins.

Tomorrow is a black day in American history, and, God willing, my generation will live to see Roe vs. Wade struck down, just like slavery. The pro-death forces are right about one thing: this is the biggest fight of our time. If you read this, counter the anti-child blogs with a post of your own.

I commend to you the blogs RealChoice and After Abortion. RealChoice is especially poignant with posts on women who have died from abortions or attempted abortions, both illegal and legal.

And, for humor, there’s nothing like BlameBush!



The sixth deadly sin is named by the Church acedia or sloth. In the world it calls itself tolerance; but in hell it is called despair. It is the accomplice of the other sins and their worst punishment. It is the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, loves nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive only because there is nothing it would die for. We have known it far too well for many years. The only thing perhaps that we have not known about it is that it is a mortal sin. (Dorothy Sayers,The Other Six Deadly Sins,” Letters to a Diminished Church, 103)