Coffee and Life


Mmmmm.... the smell of freshly brewed coffee...

Perhaps it was watching my dad slowly sip a hot steaming mug every morning that got me interested in coffee. Or it may be the chance to allow thoughts to slow down and memories to surface that I enjoy the feel of a hot cup in my hands. I know I am not alone in experiencing this beverage's subtle invitation to savor life, solitude, and companionship. Coffee is served in malls, hospitals, airports, resorts, Vietnam's mountain villages, and on the International Space Station.

This morning was different. Sơ Hưyền, Trúc, and myself had to be in downtown Dallas by 7:30am. The drive was not far from our convent but we did not want to miss the connecting bus that would take us to the Routh Street Abortion Center at Fitzhugh. We were on a mission. There was precious little time for coffee.

We were three of 4,000 persons who showed up for Rosary, Mass, and a march. We saw senior citizens bundled up in four layers of clothing, leaning upon their comrades as they slowly made their way through the downtown streets. We saw little kids, their round cheeks rosy from the brisk January breeze. We saw tons and tons of youth proudly holding signs that said: "Women do regret abortion." "Do not disturb for 9 months." "Men regret lost fatherhood."

This morning I had to drink coffee in a hurry (and it is the worst way to do it!) because I wanted to be with thousands of others who believed that abortion is wrong. Abortion is a legal right given through the court case "Roe vs Wade". It is a debate about "Choice vs Life". It is sometimes seen as an issue of the "Best vs Better."

I would like to invite you to see abortion as "Who vs Who".
Mother vs child.
Father vs child.
Person vs person.

Do we have to choose between two persons? Keep one and discard the other?

Why not adoption for the child?
Why not acceptance towards the mother?
Why not forgiveness for the father?

Why not allow another person a chance to enjoy a cup of cofee?

Note: For all those who have gone through an abortion and would like healing, there is help. http://www.rachelsvineyard.org/
For all those who would like to help end abortion in this country.
https://www.prolifedallas.org/
And of course, I am always open to dialogue.

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