Niagara Gazette — But for the younger Niagarans, they never knew either. All that they knew was of a dying city that was tightly holding to their dying dreams, as it slipped away; and now they have come to celebrate death instead of life.
We now name highway overpasses after murder victims. Where it says, “WELCOME TO NIAGARA FALLS,” we have a memorial street sign that tells visitors that someone died there. Sadly, it only takes them a short drive from that sign and they can easily see where an entire city is also dying.
And there are other such signs.
But, where are the signs that tells us where great Niagarans were born? Those who breathed life into a once prosperous city and altered the course of American culture elsewhere. There have been hundreds, if not thousands of such Niagarans, be they born here or just worked here to make Niagara great? Where is it that we celebrate their lives?
The Bible tells us, and great philosophers remind us, that we will manifest that which we think most upon – those things that we celebrate. Our environment plays a role in how we think about things, and our collective thoughts create our collective environment. We are what we think we are, and Niagarans seemingly have a fascination with death -- so our city is dying.
For instance, when a young man, who often is engaged in illegal activity, succumbs to someone much like himself, there we stand with our Bibles and candles, mourning his death and exclaiming that we must stop the violence. Why are we not out there with those handful of Catholics, who faithfully and fervently plead with the sisters and friends of these fallen boys and men, as these women proceed into the abortion clinics and offer up many hundredfold of their unborn babies to be slaughtered in abortion clinics?