...and she cries.

Do you know who Joey Feek is? I did not until very recently. I saw a little family who love Jesus. Joey and Rory are Christian entertainers. And she has stage four cancer. Their story is here.

I am helpless. And in the end, alone. When I die, no one comes with me. I can't imagine staring at that empty side of our bed. Now and then I'll find myself worrying about losing him. My fear can outdo me, but God has other plans. His plan of Salvation is my remedy, my strength, my rock. If it were not for Him, for Jesus, I would drown.

There are so many stories of terminally ill people, they grasp for one extra shred of LIFE, one more DAY, while women end the lives of their children for the crime of being unplanned. Life for one is immeasurable and priceless, for others it's 'choice'.

So I come home after seeing women march their unborn children into a modern day Auschwitz while another mother struggles to stay alive to care for her family. I wonder how many unborn babies died today, at the hands of people who are chosen by God to protect them. The disparity is more than I can bear. On days like this I try to drown out what I've seen all morning. I realize how human I really am. SO, more noise, the better - because I cry.

But don't despair, I get it! Tragedy will strengthen another's faith. People have this all wrong! Whatever God has allowed will glorify Him no matter what we try to do. My abortion in 1978 was a TRAGEDY; well, it still is. But God took that and turned it around, saw others that need to be strengthened, and used this horrible thing to build them up.

It is tragic that this young woman may die, and it is a tragedy that over 3500 unborn babies will die that very same day. Don't see through the eyes of your humanity - instead, try to see through His eyes.

 "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." John 16:33

Winter is coming, the season is almost over. And the harvest will be soon.

As I watch the season coming to a close, all of the evidence is there. The days become pale, trees sway in the wind grasping to its last leaf, gardens get thin and tired. Even the air smells different and the sunshine gets weary.

Winter is coming, the season's almost over.

In each of my seasons I see blunders, conquering feats, blessed quiet, and some increase. Every garden gets a little growth, you would think. Even with the best of intentions and love, sometimes that garden just will not thrive. I thought I could farm this wee bit of land that was given to me. I tried to raise the most beautiful garden the best I knew how, I prayed for guidance, I hoped for the right amount of rain. To my utter bewilderment, my wee farm will not thrive.

Then, it's time to get my hands into the soil again. Winter is coming, the season is almost over.

One day my wee bit of land was taken away. The more I tried to till and fertilize, the worse it got. I thought I was a failure. I believed that all the love I ever had just would not thrive in my wee farm, or anywhere else.  I cried at the disbelief of it all. And one day I realized it was never mine, I was only borrowing it until mine was ready.

Inconsolable. Still prideful. But winter is coming, the season is almost over.

I miss that bit of land. I loved it more than it loved me. I tried hard, I really did. But one day, when I would have never expected it, I was given another wee farm to till. It was different than the first, it seemed much harder to work and love. I barely liked it. So I asked the Giver of the land, "Why me? What can I do? This land is hard and barren." All the Giver told me to do is to keep tilling, keep planting, and there will be increase.

Even so, winter is coming, the season is almost over. And the harvest will be soon.

As hard as this soil is, I continue to till and furrow the rows, to plant the seed, and wait for rain. I'm thankful the Giver of this land loves me so much that He trusts me with this wee bit of a farm. It is mine for a time, the seasons are almost over, and the harvest is very soon.

Don't lose heart, do not be grieved. Till your land, make your furrows, plant the seed. And the harvest will be great.

v35 Then Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every sickness and every disease among the people. v36 But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd. v37 Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. v38 Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” Matthew 9:35-38

It May be Summer, but Winter's coming.

It's nearly harvest time. Fruit trees are heavy with their sweet burden, soon the fields will be orange with pumpkins and other Autumn goodness. Crickets and cicadas are wonderfully loud. The days are just a bit shorter. God is working, He is changing things bringing our attention to the bounty to come.

Is Winter coming? Yes. But why are we so disappointed of its coming? Have you ever noticed the bright blue of the winter sky? And when every leaf has fallen to protect the soil for next spring, the browns and bronze and copper all glinting against the blue sky is glorious! Add a puff of an occasional white cloud to bring it all together. Yes, I can smell the snow coming.

Yet the gloominess will overcome now and then, the snow will fall. But sprinkle a little of the Plan of God on it and you'll see the beauty I see. He is always working, He is always there. Even the snug blanket that God puts on the earth does not keep Him from us!

With God, everything does work together with a well thought out and orchestrated plan that we cannot imagine or understand. But there is comfort and joy in knowing He is still there, even in the Winter of our days.

Yes, I'll miss the green grass and warm summer rain. I may even lament it a bit. But knowing that a new bounty is a grasp away renews my Faith and my resolve.

I'll miss you, Summer, but the Autumn of my days are here and I am looking forward to the Winter.

"Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest." John 4:35

The Prayer of the Sojourning Christian.

I cried, but no one heard.
I was hurt, but no one helped.
I fought alone to no avail,
I waited, but no one came.

I saw, but couldn't remember.
I heard, but couldn't discern.
I held out my hand, but it came back empty.
My heart hurt, and no one comforted me.

How can I love when I receive none,
Where is the delight in life?
Is it in the mirror looking back at me
Or is it in the eyes of another?

Lord! Come closer, be near me
Because my fight is harder than ever.
You are my only Joy, my Salvation
From a life of tears and remorse.

I have lost so much and gained little.
This world has spewed me out
But it won't let me go.
Let me go, world...I am not yours.

But I look up and see my Abundance
In a face I have not yet met.
His beauty is infinite, His love is unmatched.
Just a little while longer, He says, You are not done.

I hold my hands up to Him in Praise
and seek His warmth with sweet tears.
I am yours, I say, I am yours!
Touch me today, Lord...Touch me today!

I am a stranger, a sojourner in this world.
My woes are His, but the consequences are mine.
I look to Him, I Praise His name!
Until I cross that River, I will rest in Him!

©katherinemarple ©mylifeasachristian

"Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Thoughts along the sidewalk of LIFE.

Today, a fellow prolife sidewalk advocate told a story of a new proabort 'deathscort' at an abortuary near his home. This 'man' called himself a non-denominational CHRISTIAN. Okay...that made me a bit SICK, but the reason - the excuse - this person is a clinic 'escort' is "...if there was no abortion facility available, two would die instead of one".

There is a certain insanity with sin, but leading the innocent into the fiery furnace is abominable. What this so-called Christian deathscort does to the unborn and their mothers is not one bit different than what ISIS does OR what Hitler did. There are so many people who really believe that they are 'making a difference' by doing this thing. God is not pleased and He does NOT forget. 

A few months ago, we went to a hearing for a local late-term abortionist and saw 'women' from NARAL sporting signs that actually said PROCHOICE CHRISTIAN, among other things. My dear reader: THERE IS NO SUCH THING. You are either prochoice or a Christian. Period.

On the sidewalk this week, I saw a young woman who had a brand new car, still had the temp tags on it...and getting an abortion. She chose her new car over her own child. Now, if women did that AFTER the baby is born, it's a felony punishable by many years of prison. However, today, as long as the baby isn't born yet, no problem. 

Moms bring daughters all the time. These girls look lonely and totally uninformed of what is about to happen. And their moms really don't think they have anyone to answer to after their daughter's abortion. All they see is the money saved from buying diapers, formula, clothes, carseats, strollers, etc. An unborn child is a commodity, a non person who died so she can keep herself in long nails and skinny jeans. 

I assure you, that after nearly 38 years, I will never forget that my mother forced me to kill my baby FOR HER. She has never shown remorse or even acknowledged the abortion of her very own grandchild. All of these moms who bring daughters have no responsibility in this at all. As I walk the sidewalk, pray and observe, this is still at the very surface of my soul, a grim reminder of this insanity of sin that is perpetrated at least 3500 times per day in AMERICA. 

Even as a #Prolife Activist, birthdays ain't my thing.

I'll clarify: I don't celebrate my birthday. Ever.

"But you are a prolifer," you're thinking. Yes, I am, probably the most obnoxious and out loud one you'll find. And it's not an 'age' thing or anything like that. It's that I was privileged TO be born while millions and millions have not.

My husband and I have literally fought over this. He wants to celebrate my birth with all the pomp and circumstance he can muster. He's the best guy ever. He is so precious to me.

Maybe I'm wrong. It's not a martyr thing, I assure you. I don't like attention. I don't like making a day 'mine', I hate that even on this day, the anniversary of my birth, over 3500 babies will lose their lives and never have their birthdays. Ever.

I wish I could explain this better. But just know that I thank God every day for my great health and the many blessings He has given me, despite my occasional disobedience. I thank God that He gave ME His only Son to save me from an eternal HELL.

Seriously, what more could I possibly want or need? I'd rather see that all unborn children be given the chance to have their first birthday; a life with a plan known to God and peace. Especially peace.

Because Mom ALWAYS liked you best.

There are a myriad of reasons why women abort. Probably the biggest reason is that the pregnant woman has been reduced to the bottom of a pile of people who will always be more important than her.

Let me explain, I hope.

I am the oldest of three. How many time have you heard how it's all about the oldest child or the 'baby' of the family? All the time we hear this. BUT...it's not true. I'll spare you all the details, but to give a quick synopsis, I've played second best since the beginning of my 50+ years on this earth.

Now, to be fair, I'm not one to live like I'm dying. I am careful, I think things through, I don't put others into harms way. When I in the fourth grade at an inner city school, a boy was very mean to me all the time. He finally slapped me and the teacher found out about it. LITERALLY, she grabbed him and put him up against a wall, held him there, and told me to hit him as hard as I can. Can you even imagine this in school today? Might solve some things....anyway, I stared at him for what seemed like FOREVER. I never hit him. I really wanted to - he deserved it - but my mind was in a flurry of what the ramifications would be if I did. I did not believe outcome could have supported the action. But the very cool thing was that someone, my teacher, actually stood up for ME. I had no idea how to handle that.

That's my life. Overthinking everything. Scared to death of everyone. Because I was always second best, if that, and had to justify and struggle for everything. I never wanted to hurt people because I hated getting hurt so much. Even being the oldest kid, I was ignored until I was needed for something, you know...like helping to pay rent or whatever.

So I disappeared, kind of. You know, wallflower kind of thing, and realized no one noticed. I'll just do my 'thing', whatever that is [was], no one cares.

Until I got pregnant.

I had NO idea how many lives I RUINED by getting pregnant. Or, at least that's what the general consensus was. I mean, little ol' me just kind of blended with the wallpaper until I got pregnant. My baby would be the source of everyone's ills and ails, the reason why we will be homeless, and probably keep us from world peace.

Just one tiny baby unleashed just how inhuman my entire family really is, even to this day. I was seeing this family naked for the first time and it wasn't pretty. But all of the sudden, I got all of the attention...as long as I get an abortion.

So, being second best, if THAT, made everyone else's opinion about my baby more important than mine...you know, the baby's mother. I was bullied, I was shunned, I was humiliated, I was ridiculed, I was hated. Everyone knew what was best for me and what would ultimately be the demise of my precious baby.

SO - the moral of the story is this: All I ever wanted was dignity, respect and love. And all I got was an abortion. When you hear of women aborting their babies, remember who really makes the decision to abort - VERY seldom is it her 'choice', but the 'choice' of everyone she thought she could trust. Most post-abortive moms find out the hard way who's second best...if that.

Sometimes I really wished I hit that kid in the fourth grade, learn to stand up for myself since no one would. Maybe that would have changed my doormat second best status? I guess we'll never know.

Even so, Joy Comes in the Mourning.

I went to an Infant Loss Memorial recently. It's for the loss of children through miscarriage, abortion, perinatal, SIDS, etc. It was a beautiful ceremony, Christ-centered, tactful, loving, and safe. It was a good place to mourn our children, to have fellowship with other moms, to tell stories, share testimonies, offer hope.

During the memorial, we were offered a candle to light for our children, to offer them to God if they had not yet done so. I remember thinking there isn't enough candles for my losses, my children. Yes, it's symbolic. Some people need that, the ceremony. And tragically, some parents have not 'offered' their child to the Lord. It's truly a process just for the parents because God has already accepted them. But we need to know He is with them, we need that comfort.

I was victimized by abortion and suffered miscarriages. Women told stories of their children and loss. It was wonderful to see married couples there because sometimes husbands don't want to face the loss or doesn't believe there really was a loss. To some, people just die. For others, there just isn't enough candles.

"For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him." ~ 1Thessalonians 4:14

While I have loss, and it was tragic, others walk a harder walk: "...while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us," [Rom 5:8]. Us...each and every one of US.

I thank God my hope is in Jesus, because sometimes...there just isn't enough candles.

Deep in the Heart of Texas, Life still happens.

So much, not enough, out to lunch is what this week seems like. People grab at you, family spurns you, even the weather wouldn't cooperate. It's been gray and rainy the entire time. I know that I know THAT I KNOW to listen to God, and we should have waited a week.

But that's okay. The storm was going to be literally waiting for us. Every. Day.

It's a hard thing, being a parent to adult kids. If there is one thing I can tell you that has changed since I was young is this: RESPECT. No one, not one kid, has any respect for their parents and grandparents anymore. We've found out the hard way that money does not buy their respect, but they sure don't mind taking it - money AND respect....on their terms.

Where did we go wrong? I don't think WE did anything to deserve this. Adult kids and teen kids feel the freedom to tell us to go **** ourselves, tell us their lousy life is all our fault, while they are all stuck in a life they created for themselves that we cannot change for them. Sometimes I feel helpless, but not paralyzed, much to their chagrin.

I think we need to take a break from their assaults but my heart and God wants me to continue to reach out. And we will. Until our dying breath....whether they like it or not.

Sometimes the phone doesn't ring...even on Mother's Day.

And that's okay. When adult kids become...adults...they do what they 'want', or in this case, NOT what I want.

And that's okay. Because they haven't learned that parents have an expiration date, adult kids don't have the ability to appreciate the time we have left, whatever that is.

And that's okay. As time goes on, I remind myself and other parents that respect should come with love but be aware that it may not. Yes, the kids love their parents but have little respect for our commitment to them even into their adult years.

And that's okay. Since we do not know what day will be our last, parents try to jostle the adult kid's memories of important dates to US, like birthdays and anniversaries so that we can pass that mantle onto them. After all, someone has to continue all of the traditions that even they have grown accustomed to. But they forgot, life got in the way; most of those traditions have gone to the wayside, long forgotten.

And that's okay. Do we have regret? No, disappointment maybe, but not regret. When we have these wonderfully squirmy smooshy cooing babies we don't think about how they will ignore us, or even worse, hate us when they become adults. Somehow, it's all our fault.

And that's okay. Because I know that for some unreasonable reason to me, God gave us children. GAVE. He trusted us, me, to raise a child He created. And all we have to do is love them, raise them in they way they should go, and believe God for even the littlest of things.

And through it all, I'm so thankful to God for the privilege of being the woman chosen to be the mother of these children. And, that's okay.

Thanks for NOT Aborting Me: The New Mother's Day

DEAR MOTHER'S DAY: Not a fan. I do not remember loving moments, I do not remember vacations, I do not have those memories that other's have of their moms. No picnics, no campy Olan Mills family portraits, no adventures in the park, nothing. As an adult there were no chats over coffee, no lunches or cookie baking for holidays. It was all survival, all the time.

If abortion had been legal in the early 60's, I firmly believe that I had an 100% chance of dying an abortion death. In other words, I knew she had the propensity to abort because I have an aborted sibling.

The reason why she would have aborted is exactly the same reason women abort today: lousy husband/boyfriend, finances, depression, paralyzing fear, isolation, NO family help, etc. The only thing that's changed for the last hundred years is the law. Women have to trust in something, why not a cold, evil law since everyone else bailed on you.

Abortion is evil. Abortion is not reproductive healthcare, abortion does not promote life no matter how much proaborts tell the moms that abortion will give them their life back.

Abortion takes lives, does not GIVE life. Abortion won't make you a better mother later. It's all a damnable lie.

No, I'm not a fan of Mother's Day because as moms we should look inward to do better rather than being propped up on a throne for a day. Unborn children are dying all around us while moms get their brunch or breakfast in bed or bouquet of flowers. Even on Mother's Day, thousands of unborn children will die because their moms believed the lie of abortion.

Abortion will NEVER:

• Pay the rent
• Buy groceries
• Put gas in the car
• Give you a better job
• Help you to go to school or graduate 
• Make your spouse love you
• Make your friends and family accept you
• Fill up your bank account
• LOVE. Abortion does not love you or your circumstances. Ever.

I wish my mom didn't believe the lie of abortion. She passed on a generational sin of abortion, an indifference to life, to her surviving children and grandchildren. Mourning the loss doesn't change what happened, but it can change the future. Tell a mom that they have been chosen by God to have this child even in the worst of times. It has been a privilege to be chosen by Him to nurture a child that He has entrusted to me, and for that I am forever grateful.

....and then there's the day AFTER Mother's Day.

Mother's Day is not what it is for everyone else.

I have learned a long time ago not to wait by my telephone on Mother's Day. Sometimes it rings, sometimes it doesn't. This is why my husband and I usually take a day trip that day. We really love to get out and drive the countryside, see and hear God's creation, give Glory to God....because sometimes, my telephone doesn't ring.

It doesn't ring for everyone else, either. I know too many moms who have been rejected by their adult kids. I have grown accustomed to the disrespect and hate, I can't change them. So, I have to change ME.

Parents have to not look back but blaze a trail FORWARD. If we are forgiven by God, then who are they to keep us in THEIR subjection? That, my friends, is being held hostage. And I won't live like that....anymore.

There are other victims of Mother's Day: post abortive women, women who miscarried, kids in foster care, adopted kids, the brokenhearted, etc. A victim stays a victim until you escape. A holiday does not identify who we are to God. We are His, we are forgiven; if our kids can't forgive, then too bad. I can't live in the memory they have for us for the rest of THEIR lives.

My husband honors me for Mother's Day. He always has. He knows that this day is really about MOM, they one who gave life, the one who loves unconditionally, the one who is there when she's not needed or wanted. I have made mistakes just like every other person in the world, but I certainly don't need a holiday to remind me of it.

Happy Day After Mother's Day:

v16 Thus says the Lord:

“Refrain your voice from weeping,
And your eyes from tears;
For your work shall be rewarded, says the Lord,
And they shall come back from the land of the enemy.
v17 There is hope in your future, says the Lord,
That your children shall come back to their own border." Jeremiah 31:15-17

HEY! Who's the Parent Around Here??? The Answer is Not What You Think.

What are we teaching our kids? What are we teaching our ADULT kids? Have you made a public profession of continuing to be their parent OR do you think they really aren't paying attention?

Sounds weird, eh? Yeah, I know. But hear me out.

Parents preach what they want from kids but do they actually DO rather than just preach? I've often thought that being a parent is like being a Pastor of a church...or is it the other way around, I wonder. Anyway, God gives us these wonderful little people to love and teach so that they can do the same for their children. Instead, kids react to what they SEE rather than HEAR.

Jesus told us to get the LOG out of our own eye before we can tell our brother to get the speck out if his [Matt 7:3-5]. Excellent advice, I'd say. But few take it.

Then, are parents just a spring of advice or are they doers? Obviously, we should be both. Before I came to Christ many years ago and a parent, I preached all kids of stuff to the kids without backing it up. Most parents do. We see the freight train coming, we feel the storm about to erupt, WE KNOW. But what kids remember is quite a bit different of us parents trying to keep them out of a busy street with cars speeding toward them.

After I became a Christian, ALL of these things became crystal clear. I spoke it, didn't do it, and neither did my kids....then or now. So, I had to get my credibility back as their parent and keep it as a Christian. After all, God is who I have to answer to, ultimately.

When our adult kids do dumb stuff, bad things, or get caught up in another's web, they come out swinging remembering what they thought was 'cool dad' or 'fun mom' instead of the real deal life issues we tried to tackle when they were little. I guess what I'm trying to say is that parents will get the blunt end of everything, we have to persevere, the kids have to redirect their pain and suffering, and in the meantime we have to not be hurt by their disparity or disinterest or disbelief in us. The blame game is getting very old.  

Life isn't Nintendo. Remember when a Nintendo game made everything better? Ahhhh the 80's; no smartphones, no computers, no tablets, NO SOCIAL MEDIA! But even back then we left them in front of that game like some kind of cheap babysitter hoping for 'the best'. It made them happy then, but the 'best' came and went and left one heck of a mess.

Just like you and everyone else, I am still parenting adult kids - but this time I'm doing it with the help of God, trusting God, and showing them the love OF God for themselves and their lives.

God is really is the only way to having successful adult kids so they can have their own extraordinary families.

I'm a Mom Again!

After 15 years of an off and on relationship with my oldest son, he has come back home. Literally.

While on his journey since he's been 18, he has become a heroin addict. Full. Blown. Addict. It was hard to hear, although I knew a little bit about it. We've sent money when they were in a bind thinking he wouldn't spend our money on...that. But they did. 

I. Am. Full. Blown. Depressed. I'm physically ill. I'm a stinkin' mess.

My kid, my precious son who everyone liked, and they loved back, is addicted to a street drug that routinely kills men like him EVERY DAY. That's a hard thing to know.

So he is here with us, dependent for everything with us. And even though that should level the playing field, I assure you that it does not. It's more lopsided than ever.

Have you ever been on the other side of addiction? I wish I could say this isn't my first rodeo, but it is not. You'd think I would know the signs, maybe I ignored them...maybe I'm in denial. The one difference between he and I is that I've never been weak with drugs. I never understood the so-called addiction with them. But be that as it may, the elephant is in the room for the foreseeable future.

My head hurts. I cry A LOT. I am discouraged. I'm afraid for my marriage. I'm even more afraid of our immediate financial future. I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO. And then there is GOD. 

Like the song says, without Him I can do NOTHING. But this...is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I know all the answers even though he's not ready to hear it or do it or even care about it. Addiction is a very selfish affliction that affects EVERYONE around them, all the time. Addiction is trying to take his life.

What I want to do is mother him. It was a hard thing to take him to a doctor and not be privy to the conversation or visit. As a mom, we take these things for granted when they're little. When they get to be full grown men, I'm just a bystander to the doctors and rehab facilities. What can I do? NOT ONE THING.

PRAY. I have to pray more. I have to trust God more. I have to consider everything differently. Because I'm a new mom again.

Fighting for the unnamed and voiceless.

Who does abortion affect? Everyone.

A man in Texas found out he was going to be an uncle; he was overjoyed. The thought never crossed his mind that his sister would choose not to have the baby as planned and would instead choose to have an abortion. He joined the fight against abortion and is working to inform the community about his family's experience of losing a child.

A man in Ohio found out he was going to be a father…after his girlfriend had an abortion without his knowledge. He won’t have the opportunity to know that child until Heaven.

Did you know it is mathematically impossible to overpopulate the Earth?

"No child should be born that is not wanted. The earth is groaning now from overpopulation. Birth control often fails. Abortion should be free, and yes, paid for by the government. Taxpayers would save money in the long run. As someone has said, if men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament." [local newspaper]

As I read articles about prolife campaigns and the great work that they do, there is always negative and outright vulgar comments:

"Fight like hell to keep 'em all alive (no problem with that) but once they are born, you better not raise my damn taxes one cent to pay for these deadbeats." [comment; HP]

How did the human race learn to hate so vehemently?

A recent letter to the editor in the Dayton Daily News tried to compare abortion with capital punishment. The two are comparable, more like elephants and goldfish. When does an innocent baby get a trial of its peers, or an appeal? Capital punishment may be cruel to some, but it is a punishment for a crime committed. The unborn child committed no crime, therefore abortion is murder to the innocent.

It is not God's intention for anyone to be sexually active before marriage. Ever.

Personhood USA says it’s organization's goal is to amend state constitutions with the declaration that personhood begins at conception. Critics say giving a fertilized egg the status of personhood threatens everything from birth control to in vitro fertilization and stem cell research, but particularly to abolish abortion.

It took over 100 years (counting from 1857) to prove the personhood of slaves.

In 1857, in a BOLD move to manipulate the Constitution to reflect only a certain sect of the population of the United States, the Supreme Court decides that slaves are property and Congress cannot deprive citizens of their property. Slaves are “not citizens of any state” and “have no rights a court must respect.” Much is the same with the personhood of unborn Americans; a certain sect of Americans insisted upon being a protected class which would supersede the protections guaranteed by the United States Constitution for the unborn. 

Then how much longer will it take for the Supreme Court to validate the personhood of a human embryo at conception?

Life. Personhood. Respect.

And the Pastor's wife said, "Your signs are mean!" Really...so is ABORTION.

There are no coincidences, God has His reasons for people meeting - even on the sidewalk.

A young woman stopped by today at the abortion facility, on the facility side of the sidewalk in their parking lot. She wanted to debate the signs that are used with Viv, our anchor sidewalk counselor. Apparently this woman believed the 'signs made people feel bad'. And to Viv's credit, these were 'unborn development' signs, not the graphic aborted signs that are usually used. 

Her position was that Jesus would never do this to women....the signs and people trying to counsel abortion-minded women, coming to the sidewalk that is. It is an incredible thing that people still believe Jesus to be some kind of weakling who would not defend the lives of unborn babies or anything uncomfortable. But the incredible part is that this young woman complaining we are not being Christ-like is a Pastor's wife. Yes, a PASTOR'S WIFE.

"And I am a Christian," she said, "and a Pastor's wife." She did not help her position but it did tell the tale of why Christians and Churches don't show up to defend God's creation.

The gloves came off when she told me she 'could eat my lunch' with scripture to defend her herself and Jesus...and that's all I needed. I promptly let her know that 'Reverend' is in front of my name, ordained and licensed. I also let her know that she, her pastor husband and their church are not here standing in the gap to defend and protect the image of God: unborn children. I told her she needs to go back to the first chapter of Romans to remind herself how God feels about people that "also approve of those who practice them" [Rom 1:18-32].

They are in grave error; choosing to ignore the plank in their own eye is why they can't see the truth:

"v3 And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? v4 Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? v5 Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye." Matthew 7:3-5

I gave her plenty to think about. God brought this Pastor's wife to us so that He can break her comfort zone and break her heart over the daily murder of His creation. This article is not meant to bring condemnation to her [I am NOT God] but to bring awareness of what God really wants from her and the rest of us: OBEDIENCE.

Over 4000 unborn babies die every day because the church lays silent. The church always rests on what is comfortable rather than do what God called them to do. God NEVER calls anyone to do what is comfortable...EVER. 

What wouldn't Jesus do?  NOT show up. If Jesus turned over the money-changers tables in the temple, do you really believe Jesus would allow His creation to be disarticulated within the womb? "Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to bring peace but a sword", Matthew 10:34.

Then, what WOULD Jesus do? SHOW UP at the sidewalk and tell abortion-minded women they are killing His creation. Then Jesus would go to your 'church' and let them know they are NOT practicing or living His two commandments:

"v30 And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment. v31 And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31

If the Church stays silent, abortion will never end. We try to contact and connect with churches all the time to help stand it the gap as Christ would but none call back, none show up.

I think that beam is so big in the Church's eye that it can't see past it to see their own error of not ministering to the 'least of these':

“v44 Then they also will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’ v45 Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’" Matthew 25:44-45

Abortion Pill Reversal Saves Lives

The abortion pill is a two pill 'system': "Within a few days after taking either mifepristone or methotrexate, a second drug, misoprostol, is taken. Misoprostol tablets (which may be placed either into the vagina, between cheek and gum, or swallowed) cause the uterus to contract and empty. This ends the pregnancy [NAF]."

These 'medications' can also be purchased online without a doctor's prescription or authorization which means anyone, including minors, can purchase them.

Many times, women who have taken the first pill instantly regret their decision. Now there is a way to reverse the 'abortion':

"We're looking at about 120-130 women right now who have babies that are surviving and doing well and it looks like we have about a 60 percent success rate, which is much better than if you do nothing."

A doctor in Charlotte, North Carolina, has designed a kit that can reverse the effects of the abortion pill on unborn babies. Dr. Matthew Harrison said the treatment is a series of progesterone shots which have to be taken within an estimated 72 hours of the abortion pill being taken. 

“Those shots consist of one shot a day for three days, and then a shot every other day for a total of two weeks, and then twice a week up until the end of the first trimester which is 13 weeks along,” he said. “The way the abortion pill works is it essentially starves the baby by blocking the natural hormone that's in the woman's body. So if that hormone is blocked, the baby can't survive. What progesterone does, the treatment we give her, is it puts extra hormone into her system, the natural hormone that's already in her system, and it floods her system with progesterone so the abortion pill doesn't work."

Dr. Harrison said there are currently more than 200 doctors across the country who have endorsed the abortion pill reversal kit and have signed on to use it.

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