It was 1972

Yes, it was 1972.

The Vietnam war, the undeclared Vietnam war, was still raging as it had for decades.  The war had continued with no apparent winner or loser, but it continued.  The players changed.  It was the French vs North Vietnam.  Then somewhere through the years, the United States stepped in.

The USA was never "in it to win it" and we left with our collective tails tucked between our legs.  It was not for lack of trying on the part of our troops, but the lack of commitment from our leaders.

In 1972, I was living and working in the District of Columbia area.  I lived in the suburbs with my now ex-husband and worked just a few short blocks from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.  For those of you who don't know, the District of Columbia is our nation's capital, Washington, DC and 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is otherwise known as The White House or where the President lives.

No, I don't think anyone is stupid.  It just looks like people aren't paying attention most of the time.

It was 1972.  The troops were trying to come home to return to some sort of normalcy.  As they deplaned, many saw the crowds of people waving signs.  Some thought they were there to welcome them home.  The shouts that reached their ears told a different story.  As they neared the crowds, it was confusing and the words that hit their ears were beyond comprehension.  They were spat upon and things were thrown at them.  The very country that pulled them into serving had thrown them to the wolves and the wolves were ravenous!

They were being called "Baby killers" and worse.  Some were put on trial for the massacre of entire villages, including children, pregnant women and the elderly.   The country was outraged.


It is 2013.

The country is no longer outraged by children being murdered.  It is legal and has been since 1973.  For forty years we have systematically murdered an entire generation under the auspices of "helping women" and "planning families." 

It was legal when the soldiers were given a gun and sent thousands of miles away and ordered to kill or be killed.  They were following orders and they were at war.  In most cases it was kill or be killed.  Far too often, the children were armed with explosives.  The very ones they befriended were being used to kill the GI.  Young girls were used to lure them to ambush.  And when they broke, when they snapped, they were labeled, tried and convicted.  If not by the courts, then by public opinion.

Now, we end the life of a child, without ceremony and without any collective conscience.  It is legal to commit murder without fear of reprisal of any kind.  Fifty-three million or fifty-five million doesn't seem to matter.  After the first thirty or forty million it just becomes numbers and it becomes increasingly difficult to wrap ones mind around the enormity of it all.

Contrary to what the abortionists believe, it will end!  It will either end before THE LORD returns or after, but it will end.  I, personally, would prefer that it ended right this moment.  It is not a right.  It is not a choice.  It is not a clump of cells destined to become something.  It is not an inconvenience. 

It is a baby.

Woman, you are human.  What you have living within you is human.  The child, the boy, the girl is human.  You are not having a litter of puppies.  You are not hatching eggs.  You are unable to produce anything but a human child.

The burden you will bear when the abortion is completed is not for you to bear alone.  There are women, like me, who have been there and done that.  We have survived.  We have moved on.  As callous as that may sound, we have to move on.  We cannot live in the past but we have to face the facts of what we have done.  There is forgiveness.  GOD can forgive us.  The blood that we have shed is not as great as the Blood that was shed on the Cross of Calvary.  We can forgive ourselves because we have no choice.  We are not greater than GOD.

Shalom.  Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem.