Killing Christians

A man with a gun specifically kills Christians and the main focus of the pundits is religious freedom? Naw! Gun control! Not mental health. Not tolerance. Not terrorism. Not joblessness. Gun control will fix all our problems... Right? WRONG!!!

If gun control would fix our problems, why wasn't it mentioned with the riots of Ferguson? Why wasn't it mentioned when all those people were killed by illegally gained guns in Chicago? How about New York?

The gun did not kill those people. The man killed those people. You need to control the man. How do you combat evil? Only GOD can combat evil! And keeping GOD out of the public life, out of the schools, out of the workplace has accomplished something; it has gotten people killed.

Within the period of two weekends 111 people were killed by gun violence in the city of Chicago alone.  How much did you hear about it?  What world leader spoke of the devastating affect of guns in the hands of gangs and the mentally ill?  Where was the race card played in this travesty of justice?  I should say these travesties of justice since it was not one instance, but several instances of violence.  There were no riots.  One hundred and eleven victims of gun violence were not even a blip on the political radar.  Not a mention of gun control.  Not a mention of a race war.  Not even mention on the national news feeds of any violence at all.  They were, in fact, just 111 local incidents with the unfortunate death of a human being that meant nothing to anyone but family and friends, and not a single politician.  No politician attended their funerals.  How do I know this?  Guess I'm assuming that because there was no media mention and I am certain that the media would have been notified.  You just cannot pass up free advertising if you are a politician with an agenda or an activist of any sort.

What does all of that have to do with the killing of Christians in Oregon?  Not much except that it is senseless in every sense of the word.  

The United States of America has a nasty habit of condoning convenient murder.   We kill babies in the womb for convenience sake; the wrong time; the wrong person; the wrong sex.  We allow the sale of baby body parts for profit and give hundreds of millions of dollars to a tax exempt company to make sure they keep their politicians in office so the money circle is maintained and life styles of the rich, infamous and evil go forward.

Most Christians oppose abortion (the murder of the unborn) for any reason specifically because every human being is made in the image of our Creator.  It is an insult to GOD Almighty to tear apart a child in the womb, suck it's mangled body through tubes into a petri dish to finish the dissection of parts for sale.

We gloss over anarchist takeovers of cities and seemingly forget the victims unless we can blame it on race, law enforcement or a political party.

And the discussion of today is "How can we be safer?"   The reality won't be accepted.   The reality is that it is a moral dilemma.  A dilemma brought on by the failure of the universal moral compass.  The hue and cry of general population is that we should be able to form our own opinions about morality.  And where should that morality come from?   After all I can't impose my morality on you and you can't impose your morality on me.  So where should our morality come from?  Should it be from outside of each of us?   Simple solution people.   Use the morality of GOD Almighty.  Instead of everyone doing what is right in their own eyes, as we seem to be doing now, do what is right in the eyes of GOD.  

There would be no killing of babies in the womb.  We would not be hating our brothers.  We would not be shooting up schools.  We would be spreading the Gospel of THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.  We would have true conversions and not these namby-pamby, lukewarm, ignorant, pretenders calling themselves Christians and continuing to live a life of sin while sitting in the pew on Sunday morning and paying no more attention to the Word of GOD than your average non-Christian.

When the man comes by and asks the question, "What is your religion?" you better make certain that your profession is true and you have a relationship with THE LORD JESUS CHRIST and not just from some "sinner's prayer" said in the emotion of the moment.  Has your life been changed?  Do you love GOD with all your heart, mind and spirit? Do you want all to be saved and have a relationship with CHRIST?  If you cannot answer "yes" to all of these questions, how certain are you of your Salvation?  Scripture says that we can be sure.  Are you?

Shalom!  Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!

One Tiny Example

Everything in life is simply a tiny example of either a greater good or a horrid evil.

The person who offers a cup of water to a worker is just an example of a greater mission of building wells in countries where access to clean water is an everyday challenge.

The man who brutally beats a 2-year-old to the point of death is just an example of a terrorist regime that thinks nothing of killing thousands of children in pursuit of their own twisted version of power.

The small town church whose leaders work under cover of darkness in secret meetings to subvert the Word of GOD in order to maintain a level of depravity within the moneyed congregants is just an example of the chaos within the so-called Christian churches worldwide.

As the world descends into the depravity of darkness, the examples become more emboldened.  The death of the 2-year-old becomes a common place occurrence.  In turn the death of thousands becomes the deaths of tens of thousands with the use of man-made plagues and poisons perpetrated upon the citizens who thought the government would protect them.

It would be grand to say that the "cup of water" incident would become even greater and perhaps it might, but the news will seldom report it.  It will be overshadowed by the grotesque, the horrific and the utterly disturbing.

Is there anything that we can learn from these examples?  Of course!  We can either learn from the examples, mistakes or sins of others or learn by committing our own errors in judgement.  It's not so hard on the ego if we are able to learn from the mistakes of others, but the lessons learned are far more permanent if won by personal experience. 

That abortion that was an aberration 50 years ago is now an industry that not only promotes the killing of tiny unborn babies, it harvests and sells their tiny baby body parts even while their heart beats and they are visibly grasping to hang on to their tiny lives.

And the United States of America wonders why they are depraved, indifferent and broke.  Judgement from GOD?  I would say so.  I don't pray that GOD would bless America.  Why should HE?  What have we done to honor HIM?  I only pray for mercy.  No, I BEG for mercy!

Shalom!  Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!

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.

A Matter of Choice?

There will, unfortunately, be many who read my three-part series on abortion and become incensed that I would take away a woman's right to choose.  And to that I say, HOGWASH!!!

First, I would like to point out that no one has ever been denied the right to choose anything.  Regardless of what law is passed, no one has ever been denied the right to choose anything except those incarcerated individuals and those in mental institutions.

Jeffrey Dahmer exercised his right to choose as did Charles Manson.  Just because there are laws which are there to protect the citizens, sometimes against themselves as in suicide, does not mean that the freedom to make illegal choices has been removed from a group of people.  All you have to do is choose to look at a newspaper or watch the news programs.

There are women that choose to kill their children by strapping the children in their car seats and pushing the car into lakes and rivers.  Some would try to argue that she was simply having a retro-active abortion.  Some even think that you should have the right to end a child's life until they are two or more years old.  Countries that have enforced limitations on the number of children per household have no trouble strapping a woman down and forcing her to kill her child.

Jack Kevorkian and others like him would have gladly helped me commit suicide if I had even hinted to them that I was depressed and thinking about it.  Depression and anxiety pass.  Death lingers on.  Funny how that works.  It really is a permanent solution to a temporary event.

Now there is the possibility of the Death Squad lingering over the heads of the aging population here in the United States.  So named because after a certain age, if your quality of life is below a certain scale that is determined by a committee, then there will be no further expenditures for your condition except to provide one with a permanent sleeping pill if so desired.  One side said that is the way it will be.  The other side said that is preposterous.  Who to believe?  Frankly, I choose to err on the side of caution.  Let us not give the government even a hint of that capability. 

There are those who would prohibit surgery to children born with debilitating conditions that exorbitantly priced surgeries and years of therapy would overcome.  How could anyone refuse surgery for a child simply because some limited thought process thinks that child may not contribute to society someday?  The Shriners and Saint Jude Children's Hospitals provide help for children with horrid conditions every day and most is done absolutely free of charge.  Yet there are those who would do away with extraordinary measures for a mere child.

During the course of a day, we make many choices.  We have never been NOT free to choose.  We just know that some of those choices have dire or life-long consequences.

I was asked in court once if I would force a child to become a Christian.  I told them that there was no way that I could do that, but the child would go to church with me if I got custody because the child was too young to stay at home alone.

We have a choice as to whether or not we become a Christian and no one can force you to be one.  That is totally voluntary (no, I am not getting into pre-destination).  We can choose to follow God and accept Jesus Christ as Saviour or we can continue to follow Satan.  We all have to make that choice.

Shalom.  Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.

Abortion - Part 3 of 3

This is a re-post of one of my first posts.  January is Sanctity of Human Life Month, please remember the murdered and the ones they left behind.  The following is a true story.  It is my story. 

Do you think it should be legal to have an abortion?

Do you think it should be legal for a woman to choose abortion?

Do you think it should be legal to kill unborn children?

Each of these questions means the same thing.  They are phrased differently and evoke different emotions in each individual but it means the same thing.  You are asking if murder under special circumstances should be legal.  Murder should never be legal.  The rallying cry has been that you cannot legislate morality.  There are laws against stealing.  There are even laws against murder.  Those are both moral issues.

There is also the idea that it is keeping women safe.  How do you think abortion legalized or not keeps women safe?  Most modern abortion clinics are not even required to pass any state health department inspections.  In many high schools and grade schools a girl can ask for birth control or an abortion and no one HAS to tell her parents.  In many states a perverted step-father, uncle, neighbor or teacher can take an underage girl to get an abortion and no one bats an eye.  There are many things about the Abortion Industry that are appalling.  The fact that tax dollars have gone to planned parenthood to promote the killing of children is equally appalling.

Why is the United States of America in such dire financial straits?  Could it be that since 1972 we have killed 40 million children who might have grown to adulthood and produced another generation?  Has it occurred to anyone in politics that we have killed off our tax base?  Is there anyone in government who can sit down and work the numbers and realize that what is killing this nation is the fact that we allow, no we PROMOTE this genocide?

On a national scale, we are oblivious to the destruction.  We think we are immune to repercussions.  This country, in general, still thinks that if it feels good, do it.  The people of the 60's revolution are now governing.  And it appears that they smoked way too much pot back in the day or they are still hitting the weed.  After seeing all that has transpired in DC in the years since President Reagan, it is painfully obvious that we have left our spines in the nursery.  We have ceased rational thinking.  We have given ourselves over to being green when, in fact, we are mainly yellow with a big hint of RED.  Communism is not dead!  Neither is Socialism!

The nation is politically correct and morally and financially bankrupt.  And what are we worried about?  Our morals?  No.  We are concerned about our declining finances.  I propose that if we get our moral house in order that the financial side will follow.  Morally stable people work and take care of business.  They take care of their neighbors and they give to the poor.

This has been a bit of a rant but sometimes you have to rant.  Not only does it do a body good, sometimes is is essential.

Abortion - Part 2 of 3

This is a re-post of one of my first posts.  January is Sanctity of Human Life Month, please remember the murdered and the ones they left behind.  The following is a true story.  It is my story.

She had just been released from the hospital and that gnawing feeling that something was happening kept her awake and uneasy.

A trip to the clinic confirmed her suspicions.  She was pregnant again.  This time fear engulfed her.  She had been on all that medication and the headlines about the Thalidomide babies were just about 15 years old.

The stories about how the drug caused birth defects stared her in the face one day as she stood in line for a burger.  The girl was just about the right age.  She was in a wheel chair and was missing both arms.  Her mother looked tired but she was smiling.

The image seared into her mind like a hot knife through butter.  Then the doubts came.  What would the drugs do to the baby?  She had become both obsessed and repulsed by the images of her unborn child.  There was no sonogram to see if things were ok.  Sonograms were not in use for pregnancy.  There was no way to tell so the fear took over.

How could she do this?  Who was there to help her?  This man who had already abandoned her certainly could not be trusted.  Oh, he had not vacated the premises, but he was of no value for emotional support and since he had quit his job he could not support her financially.

She considered her mother - a woman with three children at home and a husband who, while he worked and put food on the table, had major issues.  The chaos that she had left so many years ago was not about to become her home again.

There was little to be called sane in that home.  The constant profane and vulgar bickering was one thing.  Watching the younger siblings be abused was quite another.  She just could not be the target anymore.  Everyone said that there was nothing that could be done.  Her step-father was a law enforcement officer and any attempt that she made to report him was lost in the shuffle at the station.  It was bad enough to be under his constant gaze while she was in the house, but his cohorts took over when she was out of the house.  Their snickering and lewd remarks when she was in town were degrading and unbearable.

She could not, would not go home.

Her plan of action was formulated in a heartbeat.  She called planned parenthood and made another appointment.  This time would be different.  She would go alone.  She would take the bus.  He did not have to know.

The appointment was not what she expected.  They told her that they could not do the abortion.  She would have to go to a hospital and have general anesthesia.

Her words blurted out in panic, "but I can't!!  I just can't!! I have to do this now!!"

They told her that she was too far along and they were not equipped to handle it.  But, there was a doctor that she could go to who might be able to help her.  They gave her his number and she called him.  The appointment was made and it began again.

The day of the appointment she never even told her husband where she was going.  She just went.

The office was all dark wood and in a way soothing.  The receptionist told her to have a seat while she waited for the doctor.

It was not long before she was called into the doctor's office.  He talked to her and told her that he would need another doctor present to administer the anesthesia and it would be done in his office.  He asked her why she wanted it and she carefully explained about the drugs in the hospital and her fear and everything.

She asked Dr M why he did this and he said he was making money so he could go back to Puerto Rico and open a clinic for his people.  When he told her the price, she said that she did not have that much money, but she would work for him if there was anything she could do.  It was agreed that she would cover the front desk while his secretary took a few days off.

It was not hard to keep a secret in a house where no one spoke of anything important.  That fatal day came soon enough and as she was leaving, she decided to tell her husband what she was doing and why.  She spoke fast and left faster giving him no time to respond.  She remembered his stunned look as she left.

Everything was going pretty much as it did before.  The anesthesia was on standby in case it was needed.   She was not as anxious as she was before.  They must have given her a little something to relax her.  She was trying to think of anything but where she was and what she was doing.

It was during one of those flights of fantasy that she noticed their words were more urgent than they had been.  She wanted to ignore them but what was said was horrific.

Lying on the table, the IV in her arm, her legs strapped in the stirrups the words came.

Those sounds of the whirring suction machine were the same,  The room was darker and more comfortable but it would not have made any difference if it had been a five star hotel or a back alley.  It was then that the stark realization came upon her and finally showed her what she was doing.  The tugging was becoming more intense as the doctors began working together.

Dr. M said, "The head is too big.  It won't come out.  We'll have to cut it up."

It was at that moment that all of the horror, disgust and realization hit her.  She had just murdered her child.  She had murdered her second child.  If you can be walking and still be in shock then she would be doing just that for several days.  The procedure ended without further incident.  She lay there weeping silently until they told her she could dress and go home.   She lied when she said she was meeting her husband downstairs.

She did work for him the same day as her follow-up appointment.  She swore to herself that she would never do this again.

If you think that abortion does not affect women, you are wrong.  It stays with you until you die or completely lose your mind.  You see those images.  You feel everything at the mere mention of babies or birth or anything remotely connected.  You wonder what kind of mother kills her unborn child.  You wonder what kind of woman you truly are.  You wonder many things and can become overwhelmed with self-doubt and self-loathing.

Abortion - Part 1 of 3

This is a re-post of one of my first posts.  January is Sanctity of Human Life Month, please remember the murdered and the ones they left behind.  The following is a true story.  It is my story. 

It was 1972 and the abortion debate was winding its way through the courts.  She was not aware of all the legalities involved.  She was not even thinking about an abortion.  She was married and had always wanted children.  It would be okay, right?

When she told her husband that she was "going to have a baby" he freaked.  He told her that if she had the baby he would leave her.  The words stunned her and he just kept repeating himself.  The next day he told her that she was going to have to "take care of it" and she finally took it in.  He wanted her to have an abortion.

She felt trapped.  She could not raise a child on her own and she did not want to go back to her mother and tell her she was having a baby and her husband had left her.  He took every opportunity to remind her that he did not want a baby.  Despite her apprehension and her fear she picked up the yellow pages and went to the "A"s.  She found the Planned Parenthood number, called it and made the appointment.  She told him what she had done and how much it would be.  He appeared to be relieved.

It was Saturday and the sun was shining.  It was warmer than it should have been for February.  As he parked the car, she stared up at the building and wished silently that it would all just disappear.  He actually held the door for her when they went in.

The waiting room was not crowded but there were others there and each woman seemed to have that same blank stare.  Each table had packs of birth control pills just laying there.  She saw the pills and the boxes of tissues.  She knew what was expected of her.

He waited with her until they called her name.  The questions seemed endless, but it was only an illusion.  The question she wanted to hear would never be spoken.  "Do you want to just forget this mess and go home?"  No one would ask that question.

She undressed and put on that gown and was led to the table.  She lay down and her legs were strapped in the stirrups.  She wanted her husband to rush in screaming for her to stop but he never did.  The cervical dilation was painful but not as soul wrenching as the pain in her heart.  The suction machine had been turned on and those awful noises were so loud.  Inside she was screaming to stop, but the words never came.  She lay there and happened to see the tube with the canister at the end and she was sick to fully understand what she had just done.  A few bold tears trickled down.

Her husband must have paid them while she was having IT done.  She sat in the waiting room for awhile and then some woman in a white uniform told her she could go and rambled on about what to do about complications or something.  At that point it was all pretty hazy and it was like the volume was too low and she never understood what was said and did not care.

There was complete silence all the way home.  As they walked in to their basement apartment she noticed his distance.  As she took off her coat she watched him lay on the sofa facing the wall.  He may as well stabbed her in the heart with a kitchen knife, it would not have hurt as much as what he said.  You would think that after 38 years, the pain of that moment would have been forgotten.  She remembers the sights and smells and sounds of that day like it is happening now.  What he said will stay with her until she dies.

As she stood looking at him lying on the sofa with his back to her he said, "Why did you kill my baby?"

She never answered his question and the abortion was never mentioned again.  It was not even mentioned the next time she became pregnant.  It was never mentioned when she left him.

Abortion - The Aftermath

Do you think it should be legal to have an abortion?

Do you think it should be legal for a woman to choose abortion?

Do you think it should be legal to kill unborn children?

Each of these questions means the same thing.  They are phrased differently and evoke different emotions in each individual but it means the same thing.  You are asking if murder under special circumstances should be legal.  Murder should never be legal.  The rallying cry has been that you cannot legislate morality.  There are laws against stealing.  There are even laws against murder.  Those are both moral issues.

There is also the idea that it is keeping women safe.  How do you think abortion legalized or not keeps women safe?  Most modern abortion clinics are not even required to pass any state health department inspections.  In many high schools and grade schools a girl can ask for birth control or an abortion and no one HAS to tell her parents.  In many states a perverted step-father, uncle, neighbor or teacher can take an underage girl to get an abortion and no one bats an eye.  There are many things about the Abortion Industry that are appalling.  The fact that tax dollars have gone to planned parenthood to promote the killing of children is equally appalling.

Why is the United States of America in such dire financial straits?  Could it be that since 1972 we have killed 40 million children who might have grown to adulthood and produced another generation?  Has it occurred to anyone in politics that we have killed off our tax base?  Is there anyone in government who can sit down and work the numbers and realize that what is killing this nation is the fact that we allow, no we PROMOTE this genocide?

On a national scale, we are oblivious to the destruction.  We think we are immune to repercussions.  This country, in general, still thinks that if it feels good, do it.  The people of the 60's revolution are now governing.  And it appears that they smoked way too much pot back in the day or they are still hitting the weed.  After seeing all that has transpired in DC in the years since President Reagan, it is painfully obvious that we have left our spines in the nursery.  We have ceased rational thinking.  We have given ourselves over to being green when, in fact, we are mainly yellow with a big hint of RED.  Communism is not dead!  Neither is Socialism!

The nation is politically correct and morally and financially bankrupt.  And what are we worried about?  Our morals?  No.  We are concerned about our declining finances.  I propose that if we get our moral house in order that the financial side will follow.  Morally stable people work and take care of business.  They take care of their neighbors and they give to the poor.

This has been a bit of a rant but sometimes you have to rant.  Not only does it do a body good, sometimes is is essential.