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The Holy of Holies Where Aborted Babies Go

I pray someday to be worthy of entering the Kingdom of God despite my tainted soul, for even the greatest sin of abortion.  What seemed right, now has been exposed to be absolutely wrong.  The regret is in the irreversible finality that with all the information that has been made public to date, can only deepen the wound that will inevitably fester with shame. The shame is a scar that can be kept a secret except from God.  If this reaches anyone on the fence, for goodness sake, don’t do it.  God has permitted the life.  Adoption is the best option for an unwanted baby.

Believers and nonbelievers alike need to be assured there are no secrets with God.

I see and understand more what happened forty years ago now than I did then while I lived a seemingly unsupervised life though never alone.

Had I been awake in knowing God was there as I know He is here now, I would have been wiser.

The advice around me was misguided yet I ultimately remain responsible, and have made peace with the punishment that festers like an open wound only God can heal.   Keep Reading

Dear First Lady Melania Trump: How Flexible Do We Need To Be?

” Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love never fails.”
_1 Corinthians 13:7-8

 

Quite frankly, I don’t know that any of us is equipped to deal with all that befalls us when mean spirited people aim to devour with a “splash for attention”.  I am talking about the storm that has no mercy, that is bent on destroying, that rips trees, breaks windows, and inundates the streets causing accidents, and the perfect opportunity for some to sit at home cozy with families while others break into places to create even more havoc.  The hail dents.  The wind bends and once the snow freezes, the scene leaves us stunned, observant, and yearning for spring.

Evil is destructive and none of us can ever imagine how bad it can be.  I am not really talking about a freezing snow storm expected in Northern climates.  I am talking about people who disregard the seriousness and importance of being decent, of being discreet, of being better rather than worse.

I hope the letter I wrote our First Lady Melania is delivered and received.  I hope she has honest people around her who will look out for her well being without hidden microphones to poke fun at her accent, or to report something no one outside of her inner circle ought to hear.

May her love be greater than the hatefulness in flame in the mainstream media.

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