Our Future, Our Hope: Hear Chicago Youth Honor Unborn in Take-Your-Breath-Way Song at State Capitol…

Did you hear this on the news? We sure didn’t!  Amid the 2019 headline-grabbing, increasingly rabid, unabashed and unrestrained national and local campaigns  against unborn babies,  not to mention against their mothers and fathers who will suffer the rest of their lives for agreeing to such horror, it only seems appropriate to recall with tears of solidarity the beautiful decision of Chicago youth just a little over a year ago.

These youth are our future, our hope.  They are our future employees and entrepreneurs and political leaders.  They will remember the strong bonds of friendship and faith—and deeply engrained pro-life principles—of their youth as they enter college, pursue vocations, start families. 

And to this day, in 2019, they’ve not stopped their witness against the Culture of Death, even extending their witness and outreach to other states. 

They are not alone. In our opinion, they (and similar pro-life youth) deserve our support!  They are our future, our hope. 

FLASHBACK:  In December 2017, Crusaders for Life — all young teens and young adults — sang ‘Coventry Carol’ (arr. by Phillip Stopford), a hymn to the Holy Innocents after a March to the Capitol in Springfield, Illinois, to speak out for the unborn who cannot speak for themselves.  Click on the video below to hear them (guaranteed to give you hope!).

This was part of the Crusaders for Life 2017 tour of America’s Midwest, where the crusaders visited three cities in three days — Springfield, Illinois, St. Louis, Missouri, and Indianapolis, Indiana.  Today their parish-based membership has expanded from Chicago and other parts of Illinois to other states. To learn more about the ‘Crusaders for Life’ a grassroots movement of pro-life youth known for spirited and joyful enthusiasm and signature yellow balloons, visit: www.LifeBalloons.com

Words to Coventry Carol:

Lully, Lulla, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay,
Lully, thou little tiny child, lully, lulla, lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling, for whom we sing,
by, by, lully, lullay!

Herod the king, in his raging,
Charg’d he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young to slay,

That woe is me, poor child, for thee!
And ever mourn and say,
For thy parting nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.


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