In his Mother's Day homily, my parish priest friend explained what too few Catholics have heard in recent decades. That "the Church teaches that the true good of woman is not found in a 'raw freedom' understood as the ability to do anything a woman wants, including killing her own children and trying to run away from her maternal nature. The true good of woman is found, rather, in an authentic understanding and use of freedom. God has made us free precisely so that we may love, so that we may love him who loves us first, so that we might love others as he has loved us. The real fulfillment of woman is not found in a distorted understanding and use of freedom but in love."
Now be honest. That's not so bizarre, really, is it?
It's the most personal of issues, and you're free to disagree with me on it. And isn't that the point? We are free here -- even to do things as crazy as respect the procreative nature of sex, and to value, not oppress, the genius of the anatomy of woman and the life-giving power of the sexual act. But for how long?
At Barnard they were applauding as speakers hailed the president as a "reproductive rights" savior, a key constituency delighted to see their cause made government edict.
The women of Barnard are free to be the Obama reelection cheerleading squad, but freedom deserves some attention from the rest of us. And good sense, too.