Washington, D.C. — “CVS.”

I knew what George meant immediately.

We were standing outside of St. Patrick’s Church in Washington, D.C., earlier today after a Mass with pilgrims who had gotten on buses from the New York City area at 5 a.m. to march for life. I knew what he meant immediately. We are here 50 years after Roe v. Wade this weekend. Roe is no more, but abortion remains. Democratic politicians argue for the right to a dead baby quite clearly — consider the debate in Congress over legislation to protect abortion survivors as a most recent example.

While we are tremendously grateful that Roe is over and lives have been saved in states where protections exist for the unborn, George and I weren’t in the mood to celebrate. I have not and will not pop a champagne cork over abortion in America, because there are new challenges now. Since June, the media has been in overdrive trying to scare women about “health care” and “freedom” and lying about actual health care. We have so much work to do to inundate women with resources to choose life for their developing babies. It’s not enough to end Roe. It’s not enough to vote “the right way.” It’s not enough to march for life in Washington, D.C., once a year or in state pro-life marches. We have to love one another better.

Yesterday the National Review Institute hosted a small lunch highlighting some women doing the work of love on the front lines of our culture of death. They are truly building a culture of life for abortion-minded women who want to choose life and only need people who love them enough to walk with them.

If you do not know your local pregnancy-care center or maternity home, put that on your to-do list for this 50th anniversary of the late Roe v. Wade. The march used to be focused on the March. Now we have the challenge of really, truly meeting the needs of women and families in our lives.