I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again – to be a Catholic is to be Pro-Life. You can’t be Catholic and pro-choice. It just doesn’t work.

That being said, let me tell you a little about what LSU’s Students For Life Club spent yesterday doing.

We were out on campus by 6:30am (which is incredibly early for most of us, myself included!) to set up a huge display on the parade grounds. What did this display consist of? 2844 pink and blue flags. Why that number? Check the picture below and you’ll see:

Why 2844

Planned Parenthood Gulf Coast thinks that Louisiana needs 2844 more abortions every year to be “healthy” and they want to provide those abortions at the new clinic they’re trying to build in New Orleans. So each flag represents one child Planned Parenthood thinks needs to be aborted. Isn’t that horrific?

And get this – the new clinic was supposed to be up and running by now. Instead it’s still in the building stages, early building stages. So there are at least 2844 babies who were born in the last year that Planned Parenthood thinks shouldn’t have been born – but aborted.  Isn’t that insane?!

We also had big boards set up with all kinds of information:

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All day long we had people coming and talking to us about the exhibit, what it meant, and we made a whole lot of people start thinking about what Planned Parenthood is really about. It was a good day.

Here’s some pictures of the flags:

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We’re in the middle of 40 days for life right now! Do something to stand for life – whether it be praying outside an abortion clinic, wearing a pro-life t-shirt, or just offering prayers for all those affected by and involved with abortion.




Back to the beginning

#TBT to when this all started:


A board up in my room, with notecards like that one taped all over it. (That’s the only one I still have – wish I had kept the rest!) A flame sparked by the idea that we Catholics don’t know enough about why we believe what we believe. That realization I came to after spending months talking to a non-Catholic friend and having to keep a stack of books by my computer to answer her every question.  Basic questions. Things that I now talk about and give the answers to in my book!

Last year at this point I was happier than I’d ever been on Christmas morning – because the email containing this was sitting in my inbox:

“We are only young once. It’s a time of exploration and excitement, of growth and challenges. Catherine Stewart has done an excellent job helping her fellow young people make the most of this wonderful time of life. Her book, How to Become a Heroic Catholic, will help many grow closer to God, to take on the challenges that face them, to explore their faith, and to experience just how exciting God’s plan for their lives can be. Bravo, Catherine!”
–Jimmy Akin, young-at-heart author of The Fathers Know Best
I don’t think I can correctly describe the joy this brought me, and continues to bring me.  Getting affirmation for my work from one of my favorite authors – that’s something incredible!
This journey has been amazing. Ups and downs? Oh yeah.  Like discovering the second part to this call from God. Not just writing. But facing one of my biggest fears: Public Speaking.
If you’ve heard one of my talks, then you know that one of the first things you hear me say is “I’m terrified of public speaking” or more recently, “I’m slowly getting over my fear of public speaking”. It’s not something that is easy or natural for me to do, in fact its quite the opposite. I couldn’t do it without the courage and strength that comes from God.
If you asked me last year at this point if I thought I could give a 30min talk to over a hundred 8th graders, directly followed by a 30min talk to over a hundred 7th graders, followed still by a 30min talk to over a hundred 6th graders – I’d’ve told you that you’re crazy.
Just like if you had asked me at this point last year how I thought my book would sell, or if I thought that it would reach more than 1500 people, I’d say I had no idea. You see – success for me was having *one* person read my book.  God’s plans are huge and incredible! I’ve been learning how to trust in Him and know that He will give me all I need to do what He has planned. I encourage you to do the same.
This past week I had the opportunity to do that crazy thing I mentioned above – the 3 talks in a row – at a local Catholic school. Oh my gosh, it was amazing! I spent as much time doing Q&A with the students as I did giving my talk! And they loved it as much as I did. They asked tons of good questions, and when I asked them who they thought of as “Heroic Catholics” the answers I got were neat, from St. Joan of Arc, to St John the Evangelist, to their own priest, to a grandma, etc. So cool!
And they got to see how much work it takes to write a book. I brought every single draft I went through of Heroic Catholic and showed them. It was impressive apparently.
I can’t wait to go back there for the school Book Fair and have time to talk 1 on 1 with the students, get books in their hands, and just hang out!  Lots of them are young writers and I want to encourage them. It’ll be epic 😀
OH! And the Pope is here. In the US! I’m thrilled for all my friends and everyone who gets to go see him! Just be careful what you read about what he says in the media – they like to get it wrong.  Be choosy about your sources online, for anything. 😉 Especially Catholic things.
It’d be so cool to get Pope Francis a copy of my book. I’d love to have that happen somehow.
P.S. Be on the lookout for special events and offers coming up soon to celebrate 1 year! Heroic Catholic’s Birthday is October 17th!

If not Scripture Alone…

then what?

Last week we examined the case for breaking down Sola Scriptura using a collection of quotes, both biblically and historically based:

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And it was seen how the doctrine of Sola Scriptura, or the Bible Alone – with its meaning up to the interpretation of anyone who picks up the Bible – doesn’t hold up.

But is there a case for Tradition? Where do we get this belief – Apostolic Tradition- from?

I’ll show you 😉

This week we’ll look at that. The case of Tradition!

I’m not talking about traditions like going to Grandma’s on thanksgiving, I’m talking about capital “T” Tradition.

It’s pretty neat. Our first quote comes from the Bible, St. Paul is commending the Corinthians on keeping the Traditions he has delivered them.

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The Best Offense

You’ve probably heard this before: the best offense is a good defense.  And that certainly holds true for a lot of things in life, including your faith life. If you’re prepared and understand your faith yourself – you’ll be able to take the defensive stance where you protect and explain what you believe vs. the offensive stance where you’d be more accusatory and attacking.  The better your defense, the better you’re off. If you’ve read the book this site is about, then you already have a good foundation for your defensive strategies. If not – and you’re interested in the book, just go to the tab at the top of the site and you’ll find where to get it , if you don’t want the book – that’s cool.

In my last post I mentioned this quote:

“Beware of the person of one book”

It’s an interesting quote, to be sure, and I like it.


Well, that’s actually going to be the first topic of the series I’m launching: The Heroic Catholic’s Toolbox

Sets of images of quotes and explanations for them to further your understanding of Catholic beliefs and how to defend them, as well as deconstructing  some protestant beliefs and showing the holes in them. They’ll be posted daily on the Facebook page – and weekly I’ll do a post here with the full set for that week.

The first week’s topic is directly related to the above quote. It’s called, “Ubi Est Sola Scriptura?” meaning “Where is Scripture Alone?” Sola Scriptura, in case you can’t guess, means Scripture alone. The Bible alone is basis for all truth. No tradition. Nothing else. Everyone is free to interpret scripture as they wish. IF you don’t agree with someone, start your own church. Because then you will be the one that’s right. Yes? no.

Now do you see how it relates to the quote from earlier?

If not – it’ll become more clear throughout the week. Don’t worry.

This set has 10 different quotes I’m going to post and explain over the next week, starting today. Share them on Facebook! They’ll be Pinterest too!

Here’s the first one from the set:

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From St. Vincent of Lerins, “Since some may ask, “Since the canon of Scripture is complete, and sufficient of itself for everything, and more than sufficient; what need is there to join with the authority of the Church’s interpretation?” For this reason – because, owing to the depth of Holy Scripture, all do not accept it in one and the same sense, but one understands its words in one way, another in another, so that it seems to be capable of as many interpretations as there are interpreters.”

He wrote that in the 5th century. Yet it rings true today, especially when you look at all the thousands of different Protestant Denominations of Christianity. They each use the same Bible (not the same one we use – that’s another thing we’ll discuss, don’t worry) but each interprets it in their own way. So you have 30,000+ different ideas for how the Bible should be interpreted. Do you see the problem with this? There’s only ONE correct way to interpret Scripture. That’s what St. Vincent is telling us – the Catholic Church, through the Magesterium, helps us to know what is the Truth and understand the meaning behind each verse in the Bible. We (Catholics) all share one belief in how to understand it. Without the authority of the Church’s interpretation, we’d be lost. No one could know the right way. Think about it. It just doesn’t make sense.  St Vincent is spot on, though.  Don’t you think?


I encourage you to share what you learn with others, even just by sharing this link on Facebook. It’d also help me out.

You can also just sit back and enjoy your day – I don’t know about you but the weather down here is actually really nice right now. It’s not too hot, breezy, and comfortable for sitting outside.




Today is a day I’ve been looking forward to and dreading for a while.

College has begun.

Gone are the days of finishing all my schoolwork on Monday and having the rest of the week free, sleeping in and being able to have no schedule, being my own teacher, and being able to do school in my pajamas. (though, apparently, according to trusted sources: you can come to college classes in your pajamas! Just not something I want to do.)

Here are the days of scheduled classes, having to do schoolwork all week, due dates for homework are strict, having to answer to 5 teachers…and a wealth of newfound ways to reach out to people and a new, different form of freedom.

Highschool was freedom in one way, college is freedom in another. With high school I was planning my future. With college, I’m still planning – but I’m experiencing the future I planned in high school. My studies paid off in the way that now I have the opportunity to study at a new level. Friends I had in high school have gone their separate ways, yet now I have the chance to make new friends and keep the old ones as well.

I don’t know what God has planned for me at LSU yet. I’ll find that out day by day. Right now I”m focusing on one thing: making it to my next class on time!

Good luck to all those starting college today! Enjoy! Pay attention in your classes, start discussions with peers, stay firm in your faith and keep God in your heart and you cannot fail.

This week I’ll be launching a new way to help you keep your faith strong during the year! Be on the lookout on Facebook – and I”ll also be posting here every few days.

Like St. Thomas Aquinas said, “We can’t have full knowledge all at once. We must start by believing; then afterwards we may be led on to master the evidence for ourselves.”
“Beware of the person of one book.”

That last quote is kinda tricky – what do you think it means? Tell me in the comments!

Are you or is someone you know looking for a handy resource for defending Catholicism? Look up my book on amazon! Ebook is at a reduced price of $3.99 for a limited time!

IN Christ,

Catherine Stewart


Hey y’all!

I know it’s been a long time since I posted here. Mea culpa. Things have been a bit busy in my life, so I’ve had to devote my main focus to other things for a while. Now I’m back! 😀 Yay!

Since I last posted in March, a lot has happened.

Like what?


I traveled to Clinton, MS to go give a talk to a group of amazing highschoolers. (check out Facebook for pictures from that!)  I’ll say again that it was an amazing experience. I loved going and being part of their retreat. It always makes me smile to see fellow teenagers with such fire for their faith. It’s awesome.

I also graduated from highschool!

I’m no longer a highschool student. I’m preparing to enter college in the fall. Graduation was a huge step forward, I just pray that I’m taking the right path with what comes next. Everyone else who graduated this May, I have a few words for you. This is taken from the speech I gave at our graduation ceremony:

“We will be Ambassadors of Christ to all we meet. For as St. John Basco once said, “It is not enough to love. People have to feel that they are loved.” We will show love to all around us – especially those who it is hard to love. The many opinions and ideas at college or in the world will fill us with sorrow at times, maybe make us angry other times. Yet if we set an example with our speech and conduct we will go far. Speaking with love and humility is how we can touch hearts, lead minds to look for God, spread His message. That’s one thing I’ve had to learn. Shouting and anger gets you no where when talking to another. Love? That’ll get you places.

As we move on in our lives we need a rock to lean on. Something to keep us steady and firm every day. For me, my faith is my rock. It has been for as long as I can remember. Though the tough times, sad times, even happy times – my faith is an eternal source of peace, joy, and love. I love it. Being Catholic is the most important aspect of my life. And I’m ready to show that faith to all I meet. I pray that God will give us all the strength and confidence we need to have that rock of faith remain firm and whole. Because Catholicism isn’t something that’s all that easy. It takes courage, as G.K. Chesterton put it: “A Catholic is a person who has plucked up the courage to face the incredible and inconceivable idea that something else may be wiser than he.”

Are we ready to be courageous? I think so. We put our trust in God an in His great plan for us – for He is far wiser than we can ever dream of being. And you know something? The will of God is an amazing thing! Simply doing something crazy, by saying YES to His great plan for us is something we are all called to do. Sure, it can involve testing us and He may ask us to do things we are afraid of – like for me, I discovered that part of His calling for me is to do something terrifying: public speaking. Another part of it is something else equally terrifying: making phone calls. Two things that scare me. Yet I can do them when I remember to humble myself and say to God, “I can’t do this alone. Help me.” Then He always will give me the strength and courage and peace I need to do as HE calls. If only we are humble. OUr faith will be our constant Light, leading us where we need to go, reminding us where we came from, and being our guide and our friend when we need it most. To have such strong faith goes against what today’s culture is about.

But I think that St. Philaret of Moscow put it pretty perfectly, “A fish that is alive swims against the flow of the water. One that is dead floats down with the water. A true Christian goes against the current of a sinful age. A false one is swept away by its swiftness.”
What do we have to do? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming – swimming, swimming.
Our hearts must remain focused on what is pure and holy and good so that we will be strong enough to swim against the current of today. God’s great love and His grace will allow us to change the world!
Everything we’ve done in school and life so fat has been to prepare us for the next step in life. God is calling us in so many wonderful ways! TO be a missionary, a doctor, a nurse, to serve our Country, to design beautiful things, to be a journalist, a computer scientist, an author, and many other amazing things! It’s awesome! While these callings may at times seem impossible, and at times we may feel like we’ve failed, we just have to trust and hold close to the rock of our faith, leaning upon it when we grow weary. Then we can do what we think is impossible. I love how St.Francis of Assisi put it. “Start by doing what is necessary. Then do what is possible. And suddenly you are doing the impossible.”
I want to do the impossible. Don’t you?

And we can. Our parents gave us a flame in our hearts for God and to do His will. Now it is up to us to keep that flame burning brightly for the world to see. We have to do whatever it takes to shine. To be heroic in our faith and our life. To swim against the current. To change the world by setting an example. And we can do it. Because God has a plan and we shall follow it. It’ll be great.”

Graduates. I challenge you. Are you up for it?

1. Take 5 minutes a day to pray for your vocation. Discern what it is that God is calling you to do and to be. Be open to the religious life or priesthood. Trust that God knows far better than we ever can.

2. Go to Mass every Sunday. Don’t skip a week! Moving on from highschool or college means it’s more and more up to you to make sure that you fulfil your obligation to go to Mass and keep your faith alive!

3. Be an ambassador for Christ everywhere you go. Treat others how He would.

and finally,

4.  Do not ever hide your faith. Be proud of it. It is the most important aspect of your life, whether you realize it or not. Love your faith. Let it be your rock. And let your light shine!

Graduates, that is my challenge to you. Pray for your vocation. Go to Mass. Be Christ to the world. And Let your Faith shine!

Easy enough. I know you can do it. I have faith in you.

And I think that’s enough for one post right now – I’ll write about my summer plans and the play I was just in soon!

Till next time, Heroic Catholics!

~Catherine M. Stewart

Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

Dia Duit! Dia is Muire duit!

Hello! Hello to you too!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Heroic Catholics!

All Catholics pretty much (Actually almost everyone, no matter what their religion is) celebrate the Feast of this Irish Saint.

Obviously, St. Patrick is best known for how he used the 3 Leaf Clover to explain the Trinity, but here’s a bit more about him:
He was born around 387 A.D. [Neat fact: That’s before the Canon of the Bible was finalized, just sayin, to put things in perspective.]

He died around 460 (though some sources say closer to 493).
He was born to Roman Parents in Great Britain (some sources say it was where Scotland is now) and his name was Patricius.

He was captured by pirates and taken to Ireland where he was sold as a slave. Instead of losing his faith in God after being kidnapped, his faith was only strengthened. He eventually escaped and became a priest. Following a private revelation he realized he had to return to Ireland as a missionary Bishop.
Pope St. Celestine I authorized his mission. He remained in Ireland till his death.

So technically he’s a Scots-Irish Saint. Which makes it even cooler for me – someone who has strong Scots-Irish heritage.

To close this post how about some quotes?

“There is no other God, nor has there been before now, nor will there be hereafter, except God the Father unbegotten, without beginning, from whom is all beginning, upholding all things, and his Son Jesus Christ, whom we also confess to have been with the Father alwas – before the world’s beginning …. Jesus Christ is the Lord and God in whom we believe…and who has poured out the Holy Spirit on us abundantly…whom we confess and adore as one God in the Trinity of the sacred name.”

“Jesus Christ is the Lord and God in whom we believe, and whose coming we expect will soon take place, the judge of the living and the dead, who will render to everyone according to his works.”
St. Patrick (c. A.D. 452)

“I bind myself today in the strong power of an invocation of the Trinity – the faith of the Trinity in unity, the Creator of the universe.

Christ be with me, Christ within me
Christ behind me, Christ before me
Christ beside me, Christ to win me
Christ to comfort me and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger
Christ in hearts of all that love me
Christ in mouth of friend or stranger.”
– St. Patrick’s Breastplate (a prayer long attributed to St. Patrick. This is just a segment of it, actually, the prayer in its entirety is much longer)

St. Patrick, pray for us. Help us to remain faithful to God even when times are hard. Help us reach out to those who don’t understand and let us lead them closer to God.

Now don’t forget to wear green or you’ll get pinched! 😉

Lent, Aladdin, and Chocolate! Oh my!

Hey there, Heroic Catholics!

Mardi Gras has passed, and we have entered into the season known as Lent. 40 Days of penance, sacrifice, preparation, and waiting for Easter. Lent is a time when we grow closer to Christ, deepen our personal relationships with Him, by taking up or giving up things. Like some people during Lent will give up watching TV and use the time they’d be watching TV to pray or read the Bible. Others might add in something like 15 minutes of prayer. Some choose to fast every day. Each person’s Lenten sacrifice will be different than the next – and there is no comparing or judging them.

I say that because what is a sacrifice to one person might not be a sacrifice to the next. Case in point: myself. I’m someone who you don’t find giving up sweets anymore, cutting out sugar, or anything related to giving up food. I used to do that. Then I asked myself “why?” Why was I choosing to give up sweets, or all sugar, or snacks, or things like that? And the answer ended up being that I actually was using Lent as a time to be vain and try to see if I could lose weight by cutting things out of my diet. I wasn’t using it as a way to grow closer to Christ – I was trying to do it for myself and only me. I knew that that was not the reason for Lenten sacrifices. They are not to make us look better, they are to make us grow closer to Christ. If my reasoning for giving up certain types of food was to improve my body  then I’m going about this the wrong way.

So instead, for Lent this year, I’m doing something like eating a poptart for breakfast a few times a week. Or when we got doughnuts last Friday to celebrate my little sister’s birthday – I told myself I had to eat 2 whole ones. All the sugar, fat, unhealthy stuff I try to avoid. It was a struggle. A big one. And that’s why I chose to do it.

Sacrifices are personal things. You can’t compare what you’re doing to what you friend is doing. Because as you see from the previous paragraphs – what’s a Sacrifice for one person may not be a Sacrifice for the next. Iknow people who are giving up sweets or snacks for Lent and they’re doing it for the right reason – that is awesome! I know people who might be choosing to sleep on the floor every night instead of their soft bed – way to go! This Lent I challenge you to really look at your life and try to find a way that you can truly grow closer to Christ, deepen your personal relationship with Him, remember the suffering and struggles He went through for us! You can do it. You have a community of people who will help you out.

Be joyful about it. Remember what Christ said?

“Jesus said to his disciples:
“Take care not to perform righteous deeds
in order that people may see them;
otherwise, you will have no recompense from your heavenly Father.
When you give alms,
do not blow a trumpet before you,
as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets
to win the praise of others.
Amen, I say to you,
they have received their reward.
But when you give alms,
do not let your left hand know what your right is doing,
so that your almsgiving may be secret.
And your Father who sees in secret will repay you.

“When you pray,
do not be like the hypocrites,
who love to stand and pray in the synagogues and on street corners
so that others may see them.
Amen, I say to you,
they have received their reward.
But when you pray, go to your inner room,
close the door, and pray to your Father in secret.
And your Father who sees in secret will repay you.

“When you fast,
do not look gloomy like the hypocrites.
They neglect their appearance,
so that they may appear to others to be fasting.
Amen, I say to you, they have received their reward.
But when you fast,
anoint your head and wash your face,
so that you may not appear to be fasting,
except to your Father who is hidden.
And your Father who sees what is hidden will repay you.” (Matthew 6: 1-6, 16-18)

If you’re still trying to figure out what to do for Lent this year, maybe don’t give up something. Take up something instead. Like reading the Bible for X amount of time each day. Pray the Rosary. Learn something new about your Faith. You can do it. You’re awesome – God made you that way.

Now I want to tell you about why I’ve been absent from here lately.

I got involved in this thing called CYT. Christian Youth Theater. It’s cool, look it up. And since November we have been preparing and rehearsing for a big musical production, Aladdin Jr. Last weekend we put on 4 performances of it. It was crazy. Hectic. Insane. Tiring. And so much fun.

CYT is something that I never thought I”d enjoy. Never thought I’d like it. Never thought I could do it. Because I’m the quiet girl sitting off by herself. The one who doesn’t talk much. Yet put me on a stage, give me a character to be, and apparently I’m pretty good. 😉 God knows what we can do. He gave us talents and skills to use for His glory. Through CYT I’m able to share my Faith with many. I’m able to reach out to those who are struggling or needing an encouraging smile. And it’s fun.

I may not quite “fit in” with the people there, and I’m okay with that. They’re all super nice, welcoming, and I love that. My little sister has found some of her best friends through this and seeing that makes me smile.

And after our first show I had my first random fan of Heroic Catholic come running up to me, super excited to meet me. Here’s what happened:

Someone ran up to me after the show and started going on about how amazing the book is and how they love the dedication. Apparently mom sold her a book right before the show began.
Because I had no idea who they were or how they knew about me or got my book, but just a random fan finding me and talking to me. It was great. God is so good. He knows what I need and puts me in places to do as I should. I love it.

Meeting people who love Heroic Catholic makes my heart melt. Because it means that they have a desire to want to know and enrich their Faith even more. It almost makes me cry to think about.

Now I must sign off this post with a last paragraph about Chocolate.

I auditioned last November for a role in a Dinner Theater production called “Kidnapped: A Chocolate Whodunit.” I got one of the lead roles in it. It’s incredible! I’m up there performing with people who have been doing this for years, and I can do it almost as well as them. I love it. Today we have a dress rehearsal. Thursday is the performance. It’ll be great.

And that’s all for now, folks!

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A voice for the voiceless

Today marks the 42nd anniversary of a tragedy. This tragedy has taken the lives of over 57 million children. That’s not counting how many other lives have been injured. How many women have been forever scarred. How many men have been hurt by the loss of their child. How many siblings who are changed when they learn there should have been another face in that family picture.  How many people who were going to change the world were never given the chance. How many best friends were brutally torn apart. This tragedy is like a rock thrown into a pond. The single event sends ripples out, spreading far and wide. What is it, you may ask? Abortion.

What is abortion? To some it’s “terminating a pregnancy” or “exercising the right to choose”. What it really is, however, is something far darker. Abortion is the taking of a child’s life. I’ll spare you the gruesome details of how that is done. but you can Google it yourself if you want to feel your heart break into pieces. Because it’s awful. It’s horrific. It is the most barbaric crime that is legal and protected under law right now. In 1973 the Supreme Court ruled, in the case called Roe v. Wade, that abortion was legal.

As Catholics we are charged with the duty of upholding the value and dignity of each and every human life, from the moment of conception until natural death. You cannot be Catholic and “pro-choice”. The two are incompatible. As Heroic Catholics we will take a stand against this barbaric form death. We must. There is never a reason for abortion to be okay. And if we stand idly by and allow others to kill innocent babies then we are not doing our job.

The Church has been fighting this battle since long before Roe v. Wade was decided upon though. The Didache, the earliest Catechism written around 50 A.D., tells us that “..you shall not murder a child by abortion nor kill what is begotten…”. 

And St. John Chrysostom writes about it as well:


We must take a stand against all crimes against the dignity and value of human life. The biggest crime today is abortion. There are other pro-life issues, such as Euthanasia, Embryonic Stem Cell Research, In Vitro Fertilization, and more. Today I’m focusing on the one that has taken 57,000,000 + lives. I encourage you to pray today for all those who are, who have been, and who are considering being involved in an abortion.

OH. One last thing: There’s this HUGE March for Life going on today in Washington D.C! Pray for all those who are on it, it’s amazing and awesome and perhaps one year I will be able to go and participate in person rather than in spirit!

And here’s a quote from Pope Francis:

“Each child who is unborn, but unjustly condemned to be aborted, bears the face of Jesus Christ, bears the face of the Lord, who, even before He was born, and then as soon as He was born, experienced the rejection of the world.”

Now go! Be the Pro-Life Generation!

Say it with me: “I am the Pro-Life Generation!” now turn to somebody around you and say, “YOU are the Pro-Life Generation!” now say it together, “WE ARE the Pro-Life Generation!”

WE will end abortion. We will see life respected and valued as it should be. Be the voice for the voiceless. Be a hero. I know you can.

Below is a poem I wrote a few years ago, it was a challenge from a friend for me to try out writing a poem of epic proportions (meaning REALLY LONG) so I did, and the result is a 24 page, 195 stanza (or 196 or 194 – I lost count), poem on the Pro-Life movement.  Read it if you want, I felt like I needed to include it today.



An Endless March

Marching onward

with no end in sight

The silent warriors praying

For a stop to this “right”


Surely, they reason

This cannot remain so

The decision made

They pray it will go


“Today it’s okay

For the innocent to die?

Since when does the law

Ignore the cries?”


The enemy advances

Invading and taking charge

The people take a stand

Too stop the giant at large


The opposing gain ground

For now a new fortress

Is there to be found

And along with that fortress


comes all the sorrow

Of the children who won’t experience

The day of tomorrow.

This she shrugs off


And walks in anyway

To find out the truth

And how much she has to pay

Seated in a chair


With a positive test

To schedule an appointment

That will take care of the rest

The silent pleading


And the ongoing prayer

She gives the cold shoulder

To those who really care

“How many days


Must I deal with this ‘thing’”

That’s how much she reduced

The gift from the King

The woman to whom she was speaking


Opened up a book

And wrote down the girl’s name

Told her how long it took

“No one has to know


What you are doing

They can’t make you

Do something you’re rueing”

She took their advice


And signed off on the page

Ignoring the question

Concerning her age

Inside she was crying


And so very scared

If her mother found out

She woudln’t ever care

In fact, she thought


She would tell me I’m right

This thing inside me

Won’t be worth the fight

And so she left


With her cheeks stained with tears

Her body a wreck

And left with her fears

No one to tell her


That she’ll be okay

All she had left

Was a voice trying to stay

She walked to her car


And got inside

He would bring her to his house

Where she would reside

A victim of crimes


And no way to get out

She was too afraid

To let loose a shout

So now as she rode


And watched the people pray

She wanted them to help

She wished that they may

The day of the sentence


Drew closer and near

Her ‘thing’ was growing

And becoming very dear

She told him her thoughts


And for that she cried

He would kill her

If the thing didn’t die

Shaking and sobbing


She walked in again

The place seemed dreadful

And she had no friends

Years she had been hidden


Away from this world

Kept in a house

Where she couldn’t be heard

Now given the chance


To run away

She feared he would find her

And force her to stay

They told her she’d be alright


That things would be fine

Then they put her to sleep

So she wouldn’t whine

An hour later


She awoke in pain

Her baby was dead

What had she gained?

He took her back home


And tuned out her screams

As the baby she destroyed

Haunted her dreams

All this happened


Because of a law

No one cared for the girl

And too soon she would fall

The armies of people


Praying as one

Hoped things would soon change

And the race would be run

A man joined their forces


After he found out the news

That his wife of ten years

Was changing her views

He wanted to save


The child inside

But she was saying no

And left his side

So much had changed


He had reasoned

Since the days when they were young

Was it the change of the seasons?

He talked to the police


And he pleaded his cause

But as a father

He was told to mind the laws

No one would care


That it was his boy

THat she wanted dead

Like he was a broken toy

His voice wasn’t heard


And he mourned his loss

As she told him the news

His child was thrown out like moss

And so the enemy


Claimed another life

A baby destroyed

Purely out of strife

The legions of souls


Pleading for an end

To the war on these children

What more could they send?

Roses began to cover the ground


Petals and thorns together

The symbolism sharp

A reminder of the lives lost forever

She entered with no mind


To take life away

But her mind was changed

When she heard what her parents had to say

“You’re a failure,


you’ll never go far

All our money and dreams

Fed to the gar”

So pressured and angry


She ignored the petals on the ground

And crushed them beneath her heel

No love could be found

How dare these people


Try to end her right

To make a decision

Not start a fight

She cursed their names


And shook her head

Those people, she decided

Shouldn’t have gotten out of bed

And again the opposers


Destroyed a love

A child that was a gift

From heaven above

The people were saddened


And nearly turned away

Nothing they did

Could change this way

The thousands were falling


And millions already had

Yet many average people

Found no reason to be sad

After all, why would they?


To them it wasn’t a life

Nor a child at heart

They wanted to decide

When life would truly start


But still they persisted

And joined in their prayers

With those not yet born

to show their cares


Mommy, please say no

This isn’t the way I want to go

Daddy said he wants me to stay

Please don’t make me go away


I have my whole life to live

Please listen as I pray

My angel tells me I shouldn’t be scared

But I worry you don’t really care!


Mommy, please know that I love you

And I want to live!

I really do…

A heart was changed


And a child saved

A drop of white

In a black, empty cave

The war goes on


Unending murders and kills

All bending to the choosing

And what the woman wills

The fight goes on


And the warriors never tire

For inside them burns

A lifegiving fire

She walked from her car


And knelt down on the ground

Her knees cold and wet

But joy would abound

One day, so many years ago


She had been one to say

This wasn’t the way to go

But now, as she joined the cause

She hated to see women


Put life on pause

She wept for their lives

And for those lives that the ended

She wanted to be able


To have them all friended

For she knew in her heart

That all it would take

Is someone to listen


To all the heartache

When she made her choice

At the age of fifteen

No one told her


What it would really mean

She was alone

And had nowhere to turn

For she had a job


And had money to earn

Her family depended

On her willingness to work

And to care for a baby


Not a day could she shirk

So she silenced her cries

And thought she was being brave

All the while


There was a life she could have saved

Brought back from her memories

She noticed a sound

So slight and quiet


It was hard to be found

But it was the crying

Of a woman who was scared

Who needed a friend


Or someone who cared

Up from her knees

And she ran down the lane

Finding a girl


Hiding in the rain

At first ignored

And then told to leave

She asked what was wrong


And what did she need?

The girl wiped her eyes

And took a step towards her

“I need to get away”


Then she began to shiver.

A few more minutes

Of careful listening

And the story she found


Was most interesting

This girl was but twelve

And thrown out of home

Sent to the streets


Where she could roam

Her parents were mad

And her boyfriend no good

She was pregnant and upset


“Could you help me” she could.

A wound that was healed

And a smiling face

The woman received so much


Much more than just grace

Still, though all this joy

There’s no seeming end

To the killing of girls and boys


Hope is being lost

And joy thrown out

What is needed now

Is someone to scream and shout


A young girl

Took this task upon herself

And took lots of books

Off the library shelf


She studied on her own

Until she knew

Enough to say

Only what was true


But all too quickly

Her confidence wavered

They ripped her apart

Like a country road paver


She resolved to try again

And this time be strong

All the while the thousands

Lost in the wrong


Praying and fasting

Is what they were told

Would help bring an end

To this evil, not of old


They joined hand in hand

And so formed a chain

Standing outside

In the wind and the rain


Some turned away

When this they saw

Others just ignored them

And liked the law


They pleaded to have

THe praying removed

But the police found

There was nothing they could do.


It was perfectly legal

To gather and pray

So, to the abortionists dismay

The praying could stay.


It became the “new normal”

For some to curse

The lives of the prayerful

And attack their free verse


Such people like this one

Who were lost and alone

They did not know better

All they did was moan


She took up her stance

Holding her sign

Against the praying

Fighting against time


Her mother and family

Backed her up

They chanted and screamed

But someone asked, “what’s up?”


A kind young fellow

With a rosary in hand

Approached the crowd

This wasn’t planned


He looked at the girl

And then to her sign

And asked her this question

“Do you have some time?”


The girl was confused,

but ready to defend

Her points of view

This man’s view mend


“What do you want?

My mind is decided

I’ll talk to you

But no change is provided.”


The young man nodded

And just smiled to her

“I won’t change your mind

I just want to hear your answer.”


And so the two talked

For over an hour

The conversation was cut short

By an April shower


But by this time

The two were smiling

Laughing at a joke

Over the atrocious tiling


They shook hands

And parted for the day

But emails were exchanged

They had much more to say


Days like this

Happened more frequently

When the young people stood up

And spoke their view gently


But still, the ongoing war

With battles raging forward

THe end it somewhat near

But there’s a lot to work towards


Manning their stations

With weapons in hand

They have a constant vigil

Over the whole land


Some go out

And nobly speak to the crowds

Sometimes they listen

Other times they are run out


Others will sit

At their computer desks

And write up articles

That tell of the rest


These reach far and wide

With todays technology

But still not enough

To hold the raging sea


So many more stories

of the lives lost today

3700 are missing

That’s 3700 more than yesterday


The souls of the lost

With the cry of those being destroyed

rips at the hearts

Of all the girls and boys


They plead for their life

And wish for a chance

But no one can hear them

And they get speared with a lance


Sometimes though

They indeed survive

But then left on their own

They have no choice but to die


Unwanted by some

Loved by many

These little ones are finished

Thrown out like a penny


The workers and such

Who stand there all day

Leading women in

Just interested in their pay


One lady went in

With a sting in mind

To see if the truth

Could come out, she’d find


Her story was woven

And her tales so tall

But in the midst of these lies

It seemed very small


She got the evidence

Needed to condemn

And soon it went global

Attacking them


They tried to deny it

But the evidence was clear

Although nothing much

Could be done, as was feared


And so went the years

With silent pleas

To make this evil illegal

They were on their knees


Foundations were formed

And businesses started

To open the doors

To those not so close-hearted


One choice to save

A decision to live

She walked into the welcoming doors

And was glad she did


They comforted her tears

And told her not to worry

She smiled and felt safe

The months passed in a flurry


And proudly she came

Back one day

With her child in her hands

And thanked them for coming her way


A change was beginning

Could the tide turn?

After all these years

For what would these people yearn.


They watched yet another

Young girl walk in

And they shed her tears

As her child was thrown in a bin


Her mother had made her

And for year after year

She could hardly sleep

So great was her fear


The face of her child

Lost in the night

She ran and ran

But found no light


Seeking forgiveness

And wishing for love

She turned to the Church

And prayed to Above


It took many years

But soon she could say

I’m ready to move on

From that fateful day


This girl was blessed

And found a love so true

Many children had she

And many more smiles, too


But always, that thought

In the back of her mind

Made her turn away

She couldn’t release the bind


Joining hands with the others

Now growing to many

They prayed and they wished

For the children who seemed worth less than a penny


The voices of those

Who coudln’t be heard

Blended with all

And helped the hearts turn


Listen to us

We beg and we plead

Let us stay living

Give us a chance to breathe


Mommy and Daddy

Don’t destroy us all

But give us our days

To jump in the leaves of fall


Unanimous cries

And singing hearts

Making their way

It’s a good start.


Little children came out

With their mothers in tow

They wanted to see

The prayerful row


Each day more were lost

Yet a few were found

The minds were turning

Turning right around


All to often they watched

The child taken away

But the occasional joy

Of the one who got to stay


Legislators began

To pass some new laws

That helped greatly

This life giving cause


Still not enought

And just more cause for worry

As the enemy approached them

In more than a hurry


“Repeal the laws”

“Give us our rights”

“You can’t tell us all

How we live our life!”


Calmly and quietly

The speakers refuted

The claims of those

Who were so soon uprooted


Annual events

Soon came to be

Where people as a Nations

Prayed with a great need


They marched the Capitol

And swarmed the streets

With organized chaos

To the enemy, greet


Showing their faces

With great pride

They waited for a president

Who would take their side


Still, the wating

Has been going on

And things have gone worse

As the days have been done


Still choosing death

Over a natural right

That was granted to us all

When this Country first came to light


He wanted to stop her

But there he stood

With his little child in his hands

He wasn’t welcome in this neighborhood


How silly, he thought

That I cannot bring her inside

When the one carried by my wife

Can go in their to die


Why can’t I take

My little one as well?

To help convince her Mamma

The other one is swell


He banged on the door

But his words were ignored

As he waited outside

The thunder began to roar


Defeated at heart,

He retreated to his car

Where he could take shelter

From the rain coming from afar


In the midst of the storm

He saw a small light

Outside his window

Burning bright


At that moment,

He was certain he knew

His little angel

Was in heaven, it’s true


Head in his hands

He began to cry

And picked up the little girl

Saying, “Don’t you dare die.”


Onlookers watched

As this scene unfolded

Their prayers hadn’t been answered

Fate was already molded


Why didn’t his voice matter?

He wondered later that day

As he sat in the Church

Trying to think of what to say


He lost his little baby

As though it wasn’t his

And now he had to try

To love and forgive


Onward they marched

Each year, early on

To show support

For the ones unloved


Braving the snow

And ignoring the ice

They walked as one

Their meaning concise


Moving as a Nation

To show the whole truth

Of the terrible crimes

Allowed to take roost


Over and over

For years this has gone by

And still the law is in place

No one hears the silent cries


They think it’s for the best

That this remain a choice

But when did we have the right

To silence someone’s voice?


A country of twisted tales

Mixed with plenty of lies

Is what we have become

As our original Constitution dies


How long until once more

Freedom can reign

And all will be pleased

Can we be that again?


Candles float on the lake

As a sad and silent reminder

Of the millions gone

They thought it to be kinder


Other places have flags

In pink and blue

A vivid way to remind us

What we have done, it’s true


And still others

Will give up their voice

For just a day or so

To make their point


They bring to the surface

What happens to those

When the doors to the buildings

Don’t remain closed


Over a million a year

In this place alone

How can we ever

This behaviour, condone?


A troubling time

We have entered in

And so is this the start

of something much too big?


They look at the flag

And think of what it means

Then look at the Nation

And see the crushed dreams.


Clashing swords

Made of plastic and ink

The goal in mind

The other ship to sink!


An endless battle

Of wits and wills

All the while

More innocent blood spills


Ceaselessly murdered

For no fault of their own

Never will they

Know the comforts of a home


Some say it’s better

For them to not live

Than to live the life

That the parents could give


Such words and sayings

Many take to heart

And make the decision

To rip life apart


She ran to the clinic

To escape from her fears

Of the man she lived with

Who often brought her to tears


The child was growing

And she didn’t want it alive

Because then she’d have to care for it

And she’d sooner die


When offered her options

There was but one

She took it and all too soon

The deed was done


The bullets flew

Swift and fast

With so much against them

How can these laws last?


A tragic tale

Yet ringing out true

And young people ask

“Well what can I do?”


They’re scared to stand up

Because of what could go wrong

But with leadership

They’ll go right along


Still though, fears reign

Is it enough, or is this in vain?

Will there ever be a day

When the killings and murders will go away?


Marching forward

In an endless line

The people take a stand

All of the time


The end is getting closer

Finally in sight

WHen enough people stood up

To do what was right


It’s still an uphill battle

But the way is clear

WIth praying and speaking

The day shall draw near


Changing a mind

And touching a heart

Helping others

Sets them apart.


A kind word

Or gentle face

Could save someone

With ease and grace


They looked at her eyes

And told her no lies

She didn’t have to do this

Because doing this she despised


One took her hand

And lead her across the street

Where she would be met with kindess

And smiling faces would greet


They would care for both her

And the baby inside

Keeping both mother and child

Happy and alive


Cheers went up

From the surrounding crowd

As with a choice for life

Joy will abound


The battle is still going

But the tide has turned

The people are changing

And freedom for all life is yearned


Until that day comes

When victory reigns

And even thereafter

Prayers shall be said again and again


Especially now

When times are most trying

People are worried

About the children dying


And onward the soldiers marched

Forward with smiles

Their loving ways

Stretched for miles


The homeward journey

Would soon be complete

Then they would be done

And up off the streets


But the trials and toils

Gave them not a care

For hand in hand

They walked with prayer


No swords or guns

But with their weapons at hand

A string of beads

Against the law of the land


Some with their signs

Others with their books

Not caring at all

About all the weird looks


Onward they walk

Again and again

Until life shall win

And love shall reign once again.


The silent pleas

Have not been ignored

In fact, with the others

They are implored.


Souls of those

Sent to heaven above

Keep turning the hearts

So that all might love


Intercede on our part

And keep us in mind

As we hope to live

And see the sun shine.


Give our thanks to the ones

Who fight for our cause

Until the day

When truth reigns in the laws


Thanks be for all

Those fighting for life

And standing up for

All that’s right.


So ends this tale

But the battle is true

Protecting the next generation

Is a job for me and you.

Walking the Walk

In How to Become a Heroic Catholic, I remind people that we are all called to spread the word of Christ and the Faith which He established here on earth. It’s a universal call we all share. I encourage all my readers to be bold and unafraid when spreading their Faith!

That’s something that is easy to ask others to do. Doing it myself? That’s a bit trickier. I’ll admit – it’s far easier to talk the talk than to walk the walk. Today I had to go far out of my comfort zone and talk in front of – not a huge crowd, not a full Church of eyes staring at me, nothing like that – but an even harder audience: my fellow teenagers. Now, I know, you might be tempted to think that it’d be easier. For some people that may be true. For me it’s not. But when you’re trying to do as God is calling you will have to do things that might push what you’re comfortable doing. He’ll always give you the strength you need to do His will though. That’s something I’ve learned.

Anyway, let me tell you a bit more about the talk I gave today and the experience it was. It was amazing.

I walk up to the school and see this on windows:

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That’s me. And my book. ON A POSTER. Like – that has to be one of the coolest things I’ve seen. They gave me one of them ^_^ it’s going in my scrapbook.

Seriously though, it was just a “WOW” moment. These people were putting up signs, getting students excited, about me coming talk to them. How humbling is that, to realize how much people are looking up to you, how much they are wanting to share in the message of Christ…just awesome. I don’ t know that I can describe how it makes me feel. It’s a terrific feeling, I think. What I guess I mean is that this is beyond what I could have imagined back in 2013 when I began writing this book. Had I known that God would call me to start speaking and getting in front of groups to promote and share the book, there is a good chance it never would have made it past the rough draft.  So God was patient with me, He slowly is revealing all He is calling me to be and do. And I’m okay with that. Taking it one step at a time.

I tried to tell the students (all highschool, by the way) about my writing process and how much work goes into books. I certainly got a reaction from them after showing them how many different drafts of Heroic Catholic it took before the final draft was done:

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(That’s one 3″ binder stuffed full, and three 1″ binders stuffed full. 11 drafts in all shown right there.)

And how even after that, you still find errors in your proof copy:

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It was neat to be able to tell them and have them truly appreciate all the work that goes into writing. Some of them were writers – so I made sure to tell them that it’s all worth it. Because it truly is. It may not have been fun to sit there and edit through all that, having people point out every little thing that is wrong, but it was worth it. So that I could put out the best book of my ability.

The highschoolers asked a lot of questions. Which was nice – I was scared I’d be standing up in the front in awkward silence. Instead, they asked me questions like “How long did writing take?” (rough draft took ~3 months). And “What’s your writing process like?”

To explain the answer to that one, I pointed to my nice board:

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That board has my plot and outline for the pro-life book I’m working on.  I used a similar process when planning out Heroic Catholic. (Except I hadn’t upgraded to post-it notes yet. I was using index cards and tape for Heroic Catholic).

I had a great time talking to the students at St. Michael’s. They were amazing. I look forward to the next time I get to talk to my fellow highschool students, the concept is slowly losing its terror.