"May I Offer Me?" -- Part Two of Two

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After a while, you might think that responding one by one to a river of emails from pro-lifers would become monotonous. (As it happens I've responded to three requests between the time I wrote the first sentence and the time I wrote this second sentence.) But my experience has been just the opposite.

Sending people NRL's presidential comparison piece to be forwarded to their pro-life contacts has rejuvenated my batteries, which (like everyone else's) need an extra charge as we approach the last few days. Our people are so kind, so encouraging, and so dedicated, it is just humbling to be able to work with you. I cannot begin to tell you how many uplifting messages I have received.

I had anticipated that I would be angry at pro-abortion Sen. Barack Obama for airing his Hollywood-esque informercial last night. But then I asked myself, why in the world should I expect anything else from a man who sees himself as cruising to victory, elevated by his supplicant supporters in the media?

Why be annoyed that a man with staggering financial resources would simultaneously refuse to hold a press conference for weeks and flood the airwaves with a torrent of feel-good ads? Why be upset that a man who has camouflaged his real agenda throughout this long, long campaign would dress it up one last time in the garb of moderation?

And, finally, why would anyone anticipate that Obama would be truthful--about his militant, give-PPFA-all-it wants pro-abortion stance, or anything else--when the alternative is to tell an appealing story the specifics of which none of his buddies in the media are going to challenge?

David and Goliath? You betcha. As all of us do whatever we are called upon to do, I'd like to offer this true story.

If you ever saw the movie "Prancer," you'll remember that the little girl who is the lead character plays Christmas music all year round. Well, to the everlasting amazement of my children, so do I.

Ordinarily I can't have anything playing in the background when I work; I'm too easily distracted. But part of the beauty of reading and responding to your emails these last few days is that it's pretty much smile, click, and send. This has allowed me to play music on my computer.

In randomly clicking on songs from an almost limitless play list, I pulled up one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists, Nicole Mullen. It's called "Lamb of God."

There are two stanzas that just spoke to my heart and to our situation.

"I bring you all my hopes
I bring you all my dreams
I give you all my soul my mind and all my strength
I wrap them all inside my heart to give to thee…"
 
"Oh Lamb of God oh Prince of Peace
What tribute shall I bring to worship thee?
I have no gold to lay at your feet
So Lamb of God may I offer me."

Obama has the gold. He lays it at the Altar of Choice. But the babies have your hearts and your hopes and your dreams for a kinder, gentler world. This is more precious, and far more lasting, than gold.

As we approach these final few days, I know that you will offer yourself up in the service of unborn children in a way that will allow you to say with complete assurance, "I gave my all."

Thank you.

Part One