Being Catholic, A Man, A Father, and Pro-Life

“No Uterus, No Opinion” were the words uttered by angry liberal feminists for the last half century. The feminists of the last century were a complete 180-degree version of the feminists that protected life and even advocated for women’s rights, especially when it came to voting through much of the 19th Century.  

Fast forward to the 21st Century, feminism continues to be the cancer of society, yet the lies have awakened so many to the truth. Women bought a woke lie that they were better than men. They didn’t need to be a mother but have a career, and must I add cats to go about daily life? Now, many are coming out willing to atone for how they used abortion to throw away a calling from God to embrace motherhood.

Feminism is even trying to claim another casualty in the ongoing culture war, and that is true masculinity. Too many of my fellow men are oppressed to speak up or stand up for life. There is so much that men have gone through thanks to a wilderness of sexual confusion and promiscuity that it is hard for them to truly embrace the real purpose of sex in marriage.

At one point, I was one of those men trying to navigate that confused and heartless wilderness. I dated, kissed, flirted, and even had rumors spread about me. Yet I saved myself for my spouse. I didn’t do it out of obedience (though it was to follow God’s will for my life), but I know that the culture was wrong about sex and abortion.

Fulton Sheen reminds us to “look forth to heaven above and to hell below,” his vision "has lately been reduced to a single dimension.” This flat landscape offers only two directions, so that man “moves not up to God or down to Satan, but only to the right or to the left.”

He went a step further to warn about how society rejected God when it allows the unborn to be discarded, thanks to the embrace of the Culture of Death.

As hundreds of thousands will descend on Washington, D.C., I want to take this time to give thanks to God for the gift of life. I take this time to encourage my fellow men, brothers in Christ, to step up, be a voice, and never cower to the noise of feminism.

For the first time in my life, I will march with my wife and unborn son, who is due to arrive in May. This year’s theme is fitting, as I acknowledge that life is a gift and is worthy of protection.

 I march for my peers, my son,  and will also march for his peers who are worthy of protection just as much as him.

Some say that I am not allowed to have an opinion. Well, I march for my fellow men, their lost child, the one that will come, and for all who have been silenced by an oppressive culture.