Here, to kick off my blogging adventures, is an old post I wrote on my failed blog, Bruins and Brews. Why did it fail? Because I was going to blog about beer and tea and then got diagnosed with IC and stopped drinking them. So I stopped writing. True story.
Right to Life Sunday
Originally published Oct 4, 2010.
Yesterday was Right-to-Life Sunday in the Catholic Church.
I argue it should’ve been called Right-to-Doughnut Sunday, because finally, FINALLY, we were back to having doughnuts after mass. I mean, seriously. School has been in session for 6 weeks. It was past due. I am really going to have to get on the doughnut committee.
You know what John and I were doing about 30 minutes before he propose? Eating doughnuts and drinking coffee at our old church in Spokane. St. Ann’s was a tiny brick church about a mile away from our house, with awful green carpeting and wonderful people. And every single week – doughnuts. (Sometimes there would be tamales too but that’s a different story!)
I loved it. It was a continuation of the Eucharist for me, breaking bread and sharing community. There were always about a half dozen men and women who were homeless who would join us for doughnuts. John, since we was working at House of Charity at the time, often knew them and would stop and chat.
To me, that’s what a Right-to-Life is. Its not simply a right to be born, but a right to lead a humane and dignified life. The right to be able to walk into a church, dirty jeans and camo trench coat on, and be welcomed. Or even just come for the doughnuts and not be judged. (Which, I have never suggested to John that we do that. Even if we happen to sleep through mass and realize we could still just sneak in for doughnuts.)