Canada Day: Rejoicing and Sorrowing

I am a Canadian. My parents brought me here from the United Kingdom when I was twelve in 1965. I found it difficult at first, but I have come to love this nation—her topography and human archaeology, her customs and culture—and I am proud to describe myself as a Canadian. I love my roots in England and Ireland, and my wife’s Scottish heritage—I have grown to love the United States—but I am first of all a Canadian when it comes to national identity. And Canada Day is therefore a special day (though I do wish it were still called Dominion Day—I love to think of this nation as a Dominion). A day to celebrate what is best about this nation and how good God has been to us. What a shock then to read of Henry Morgentaler being named to the Order of Canada on Canada Day. To do such on the day when we celebrate what is best about our nation is little better than an insult to those of us Canadians who believe that most of this nation’s abortions over the past thirty or more years have amounted to wholesale murder. Morgentaler’s advocacy of the right to abortion has not helped our fair land but stained it with the blood of countless innocents. He claims to speak for women—but who speaks for the voiceless within the womb? To honour such a man is transpose the categories of good and evil and say what is evil is good. I weep for this nation. O Lord Almighty be merciful to us for not only this sin, but all of the others with which we as Canadians have angered you. In wrath remember mercy!