"The first thing which kindles ardor in learning is the greatness of the teacher. What is greater than the Mother of God? What more glorious than she whom Glory Itself chose?"
-Saint Ambrose of Milan
(miraculous medal chapel, basilica of the immaculate conception, d.c.)It was bittersweet being in d.c. yesterday for the march for life. While is was powerful to join in a sea of people proclaiming the sacredness of all life, including children in the womb, it was also very sobering to remember exactly why we were there... that it has been 36 years that abortion has been legal in the United States. Approximately 3,700 abortions a day in the US... 1.37 million a year...
49,551,703 since Roe v. Wade. (Center for Bioethical Reform and National Right to Life.)The most powerful moment of the march for me was hearing the post-abortion testimony of
Georgette Forney of nearby Sewickly, PA who now devotes her life to the
"Silent No More" campaign. She said, "We who have lived with the pain and regret of abortion declare to our nation that abortion is unjust, cruel, and oppressive. If hope is truly to be restored,

abortion must end." As she spoke, a large group of women stood behind her with signs that read "I regret my abortion." These same people, along with men saying "I regret lost fatherhood" led the march from the National Mall to the Capitol building, sharing their
testimonies on the steps of the Supreme Court following the march.
I wanted to share a few photos from the march and from what was the highlight of my day... mass and visiting the chapels at the
Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception.
the march~











the basilica~








So many memories came back to me yesterday when I was at the Basilica.
Last time I was at the Basilica was with Sister Rose Therese when I joined her in D.C. for a concert organized by our friend Brendan at the house of some friends of his studying at the
JPII institute. At this awesome house concert Danielle shared for the first time songs from the album she was writing for Mother Teresa, "
I Thirst". That night was the first time I heard "
Holy Family", "
Small Things with Great Love" and "Love Until it Hurts" and it was a concert unlike any of hers that I had ever experienced before. (I remember that Brendan felt the same way.) There was a depth to her spirit, a quiet strength in the way she spoke and sang, that was captivating. A few weeks later she found out she would need to go on vocal rest, and shortly after began discerning her call to religious life.
Earlier that day we went to mass at the National Shrine with Brendan, and I remember visiting almost every chapel with Danielle. Then I remember running to the metro -- Brendan with Danielle's pink guitar case in hand-- so we wouldn't be late for our meeting at the White House offices with Jim Towey, who at the time was the director of the Office for Faith Based and Community Initiatives. We made it to his office in time and had a beautiful visit as he shared many stories of Mother Teresa with us. Towards the end of our visit I so clearly remember Danielle singing "Love Until It Hurts" for him. I remember the look on his face as he closed his eyes as she sang. He was so moved by her gift that he gave all three of us a prayer card of Mother Teresa that included a relic-- a small piece of her habit.
God really surprised me with the gift of her presence at the Basilica yesterday, both in these blessed memories and in the living present. I especially thought of her when I was in the chapel of Our Lady of Guadalupe (where I found the "roses") and also when I found a beautiful statue of Saint Therese, with this quote below it~


"How often have I thought that I may owe all the graces I've received to the prayers of a person who begged them from God for me, and whom I shall know only in heaven."
-Saint Therese of Lisieux
How awesome it is that we can
meet each other in His heart...
Prayers for the fullness of life for all of you today and always~
nicole