On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a brand new box of Plan B.
Ladies: If he’s giving you Plan B for Christmas, reconsider your understanding of “love.”
The line comes from a song on YouTube from a Planned Parenthood affiliate in Arizona. Assuming it’s not some cruel joke, it comes in the grand tradition of Planned Parenthood “Choice on Earth” cards and the abortion industry’s persistence in taking the name of “women” in vain.
Twelve packs of pills;
Eleven peel-away patches;
Ten latex condoms;
Nine non-hormonal sponges;
Eight female condoms;
Seven dental dams;
Four Depo shots;
Two ParaGards (It’s an IUD)
And a brand new box of Plan B.
“Joy to the World!” is the actual ending to the song. Believe it or not, there’s hope here.
Consider the third verse of the song:
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground’
He comes to make all blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found.
Whatever your view of contraception, we’re probably agreed this a Christmas poverty. At a time when we celebrate a courageous “yes” on the part of Mary and St. Joseph – when we welcome a child who changed history (what possibilities for every one!) – some young woman somewhere is hoping for a brand new box of Plan B under her Festivus tree? (How many do you need, dear? Isn’t it meant to be back-up? Do you have a Plan A?)
The culture of death is a damned miserable thing – and it’s not unrelated to the Pill and all kinds of expectations that changed on account of it. (I know a book worth sharing with anyone who walks through Planned Parenthood doors.) There’s a child we celebrate this week who some of us consider the miracle of our lives. With a continued loving and re-dedicated effort to service and mercy to those who feel they have/had no other option, that which might seem right now like a miracle – a culture that embraces life in the most challenging circumstances – is possible.