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The Anti-Woman “President”

Posted on by Katharine

Not long after the Planned Parenthood abortion business endorsed our presumed president in his bid for re-election, the White House pledged its opposition to a common sense bill that would ban sex-selection abortions. Why? Because the “president” is more concerned about subjecting abortion practitioners to prosecution than targeting gendercide.

“The government should not intrude in medical decisions or private family matters,” the White House said.

Private family matters? Personal medical decisions?

In China and India, millions of baby girls are killed in the womb, in grisly infanticides, or even sold not long after their birth by couples who don’t want a girl baby and can’t try for another child under the one-child policy. Those practices have resulted in a huge gender imbalance in those nations.

But when pro-life advocates in the United States sought to prevent such practices here, our “president” told us it’s not our business whether girls are killed specifically because they are girls since it’s a “private family matter.”

What kind of family makes murder a private family matter, anyway?

Read more here.

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Sunday Scriptures – Today

Posted on by Katharine
English: Joshua commanding the sun to stand still
Joshua commanding the sun to stand still (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Now then, just as the Lord promised,
he has kept me alive for forty-five years
since the time he said this to Moses,
while Israel moved about in the desert.

So here I am today, eighty-five years old!

I am still as strong today as the day Moses sent me out;
I’m just as vigorous to go out to battle now as I was then.

— Joshua 14:10-11

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Women Killing Women

Posted on by Katharine
infant
infant (Photo credit: soupboy)

I’ve recently been seen at a site that advances the idea that it’s okay to kill babies because unattached sperm “dies”, unattached ovums “die”, and malformed embryos die. So why not kill babies?

I am so saddened by this. For one thing, I love babies. I could happily work as a babysitter all my life, if I believed in farming babies out. But I don’t.

The thought of killing such an innocent, pretty, thing, just because it is in the way, nauseates me. It’s like bashing in the heads of kittens or defacing priceless works of art for fun, or something, only far worse, because the realization that a baby is a fellow-human intensifies my identification with it.

And if it does not move or sadden you, I challenge your humanity.

I can remember being a baby. It’s not too unusual for someone to remember something from babyhood. My mom and I figure I was probably 3 months old when my dad got a crew cut and all his gorgeous black waves were gone, revealing a pale forehead. My mother says I screamed when I saw him. I don’t remember the screaming, but I do remember the event. I remember I was surrounded with the quilted white satin liner of the bassinet where I lay, and I remember his grinning face appearing over the edge of it, so traumatizing because of being wrong, missing the hair. I remember his reaction to me, his surprise and a sort of hurt look on his face. I would not have known all the details except that I asked my mom about the bassinet and my memories, causing her to recall that day, to remember how they later thought it must have been the haircut that scared me. She filled in many details, but I — I remember it.
Is anything wrong? Are murder and theft wrong?
Of course.
And we need to ask ourselves why. Why is it wrong to kill someone? Why is it wrong to take something that is not ours? Why is it wrong to hate? Why is anything wrong?
We need to figure that out for many reason, but the reason I want to address is this: The stakes are rising. The latest, the new right/wrong that people are beginning to feel comfortable with is the selective attack on women that is permeating the whole world, INCLUDING THE U.S.A. Men and women are stealing, raping, and killing women for the mere reason that they are women, and no other reason.
Are we crazy?
Whether women, just because they are women, are sold, abused, or killed, can we all say, “It is wrong,” without being challenged?
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Sunday Scriptures: Hands

Posted on by Katharine
Roman Soldier
Roman Soldier (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Commander took the young man

by the hand,

drew him aside and asked,

“What is it you want to tell me?”

Acts 23:19

I have long loved this verse because it shows a type of beauty often missing in our world.

A man, a tough, martial kind of guy, has a child by the hand. Gently.

And it’s not just any ol’ kid, either. The Commander has the son of the enemy by the hand. People who hate him have spawned this boy and he’s got him by the hand, drawing him to a private place somewhere inside the deep crevasses of the Roman military barracks.

Away from the other guys.

Away from listening ears.

Away from perhaps terrifying sounds and cruel or obscene remarks about Jews.

The young man has a message for him and believes the Commander will want to hear it. Why? Maybe he’s watched the man in action, before and noted a spark of humanity in him. Maybe the man has shared a bite of ration with him.

Maybe the boy just thought it worth the risk. After all, his message could save a man’s life — his uncle’s life, in fact.

The record states he took it upon himself to approach the Roman Commander with his news, though, and for some reason, the Commander took the boy quite seriously.

Maybe he enjoyed being watched, perhaps imitated, by a young kid.

Maybe he noted the earnestness in the lad’s face and instinctively knew something of great import was on his radar screen.

Maybe he was a dad far from his own brave son.

However it was, a huge, hardened hand of a Conquering Commander held the smooth, youthful hand of a Jewish boy, and together they changed history:

The boy’s uncle, Paul of Tarsus, escaped a wicked assassination plot, a lynch mob.

The last words we know of from this man with the huge hands are, “Don’t tell anyone that you have reported this to me.”

It was, after all, quite politically incorrect for them to have had a conversation at all.

But they had hands.

And they held history in their hands.