Warning: If you are pro-abortion, this post may offend you. That is a good thing, no offense.
The Guilty, the Accomplice, the Victim
They are baby killers! And they get away with it every day! How dare they! They ought to be locked up in prison for the rest of their lives! Murderers! They take life into their own hands for the sake of money! Woe to them, for they will be punished for their sins.
They choose ignorance over knowledge. They are both selfish and foolish. They have their babies killed in order to avoid inconvenience. They are guilty of at least manslaughter and avoidable ignorance, if not of murder. May they repent!
They have yet to commit their first sin. Yet they have been judged guilty of being unwanted and lined up for slaughter! They are born to be killed, or murdered in cold blood while still in the wound. They are not given a chance to shine for God. They are not given a chance to find a cure for AIDS or write a bestselling novel. They are not given the chance of a loving family. They are precious in the sight of the Lord.
Murder happens every day. May God take his revenge soon. May the children have a chance to live.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Brisingr!
On Friday night, I squeezed myself into one of Mom and Dad's dates. Now, I don't normally do that. I usually relish the time that I have the house to myself. But this Friday night was a very special night.
After accompanying my parents to Costco, the movies, and Cold Stone, we went to the crown jewel of Bend: Barnes 'n' Noble. The bookstore was open abnormally late. For you see, a very special book was scheduled to come out at 12:01 Saturday morning. That book was Brisingr, third masterpiece of the Inheritance Cycle.
We arrived at Barnes 'n' Noble and participated in the Scavenger hunt. Mom found some history books, and Dad (who is also and Inheritance fan) sat down to relieve his painful ankle of pressure. Around 11:15, us night owls lined up it participation. A couple of the boys ahead in line peeked over the counter to catch glimpses of the book. I barely restrained myself. Then an employee started to count down to the long-awaited minute. "3-2-1!" The line surged ahead. I handed Mom my money, who handed it to the cashier, and the book was mine!
At last! The long awaited hour had come! I pulled Brisingr out of the bag at stared at it. Love at first sight. It was a hard-back beauty with 748 pages of suspense, love, action, and friendship. And it was mine. When we boarded our Honda Element, and pulled out my reading light as swiftly as could be and prepared to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.
Although I was allowed to read in the car, I was forced to relinquish my book soon after arriving home. My parents wanted me to be responsible and go to sleep and then do chores before again immersing myself in the world of Eragon.
When I did open Brisingr, I was swept away. At times I laughed with pure glee in the story. Before I was halfway finished, I knew that Paoloni outdid himself. He capture the thoughts not only of Eragon and Roran, but also of Sapphira, and even Glaedr. I would disclose more, however, I do not wish to spoil the experience for those who have yet to read it.
Please note that I exaggerated parts of my story. Please to not discard your view of me as a sensible person.
After accompanying my parents to Costco, the movies, and Cold Stone, we went to the crown jewel of Bend: Barnes 'n' Noble. The bookstore was open abnormally late. For you see, a very special book was scheduled to come out at 12:01 Saturday morning. That book was Brisingr, third masterpiece of the Inheritance Cycle.
We arrived at Barnes 'n' Noble and participated in the Scavenger hunt. Mom found some history books, and Dad (who is also and Inheritance fan) sat down to relieve his painful ankle of pressure. Around 11:15, us night owls lined up it participation. A couple of the boys ahead in line peeked over the counter to catch glimpses of the book. I barely restrained myself. Then an employee started to count down to the long-awaited minute. "3-2-1!" The line surged ahead. I handed Mom my money, who handed it to the cashier, and the book was mine!
At last! The long awaited hour had come! I pulled Brisingr out of the bag at stared at it. Love at first sight. It was a hard-back beauty with 748 pages of suspense, love, action, and friendship. And it was mine. When we boarded our Honda Element, and pulled out my reading light as swiftly as could be and prepared to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.
Although I was allowed to read in the car, I was forced to relinquish my book soon after arriving home. My parents wanted me to be responsible and go to sleep and then do chores before again immersing myself in the world of Eragon.
When I did open Brisingr, I was swept away. At times I laughed with pure glee in the story. Before I was halfway finished, I knew that Paoloni outdid himself. He capture the thoughts not only of Eragon and Roran, but also of Sapphira, and even Glaedr. I would disclose more, however, I do not wish to spoil the experience for those who have yet to read it.
Please note that I exaggerated parts of my story. Please to not discard your view of me as a sensible person.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Who's Choice?
Whose Choice?
Another Look at Abortion
“Pro-family, Pro-child, Pro-choice!” Really? I believe that too!
Oh. You meant “Pro-my-family-if-I-can-still-have-a-baby-when-I-want-to, Pro-not-adopted-children-in-certain-homes, Pro-selfish choice!” I understand now. I don’t believe that. When I say “Pro-family, Pro-child, Pro-choice,” I mean, “Pro-families-that-couldn’t-be-if-not-for-adoption, Pro-live-child, Pro-Father’s-baby’s-potential adoptive parents’-choice!”
Abortion is a violation of rights. All humans, whatever race, age, or disability, have the right to “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” If you are a patriotic American, you probably believe that. You have the right to those three things. Your mother is not supposed to choose whether you pursue happiness. You are. It’s your choice.
In our fine country, there are two age groups who are in the most danger of dying: Those who have lived past eighty, and those who are still comfortable in their mothers’ wombs. My Great-grandmother will probably die in the next decade. It’s morose, but true. No one has any choice in the matter, not even her. The little baby curled up in Samantha’s womb has made it to five months. There will probably be no miscarriage. But is he safe? No. About 3,700 babies are killed every day in America, usually because they would be inconvenient for the mother. Is abortion the baby’s choice? No.
In abortion, where are the father’s rights? The baby was made by two cells, from two different people. The mother carries the treasure, but the treasure is not her own. Men are wired with the need to protect their children. They may agree to, or even push for, abortion, in which case it is their choice, yet in doing so they violate part of themselves. So what about the father? Is his choice considered?
A common explanation for abortion is that the mother is unable to care for the baby. The child would grow up unwanted, without proper care, and possibly even abused. What if I told you there was a way out of such a fate that did not include murder? So many people long to be parents, but can’t have babies. A so called “unwanted” child is actually very wanted, even if they have disabilities.
Alright then, what about the woman’s right to choose? My response is, is it really their right? Unborn babies do not have the same DNA as their mother, and therefore are their own person. If a woman was holding a newborn baby, is it her right to choose to drop the baby down a flight of stairs? No. Here is what I view as the woman’s choice: Keep the baby, or give the baby to a pair of loving parents.
I am pro-family. I would consider myself more pro-child than many people, and I’m definitely pro-choice. I simply consider other choices. So next time you hear, “Pro-family, pro-child, pro-choice,” think of my definitions. The wrong choice could cost a life.
Another Look at Abortion
“Pro-family, Pro-child, Pro-choice!” Really? I believe that too!
Oh. You meant “Pro-my-family-if-I-can-still-have-a-baby-when-I-want-to, Pro-not-adopted-children-in-certain-homes, Pro-selfish choice!” I understand now. I don’t believe that. When I say “Pro-family, Pro-child, Pro-choice,” I mean, “Pro-families-that-couldn’t-be-if-not-for-adoption, Pro-live-child, Pro-Father’s-baby’s-potential adoptive parents’-choice!”
Abortion is a violation of rights. All humans, whatever race, age, or disability, have the right to “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” If you are a patriotic American, you probably believe that. You have the right to those three things. Your mother is not supposed to choose whether you pursue happiness. You are. It’s your choice.
In our fine country, there are two age groups who are in the most danger of dying: Those who have lived past eighty, and those who are still comfortable in their mothers’ wombs. My Great-grandmother will probably die in the next decade. It’s morose, but true. No one has any choice in the matter, not even her. The little baby curled up in Samantha’s womb has made it to five months. There will probably be no miscarriage. But is he safe? No. About 3,700 babies are killed every day in America, usually because they would be inconvenient for the mother. Is abortion the baby’s choice? No.
In abortion, where are the father’s rights? The baby was made by two cells, from two different people. The mother carries the treasure, but the treasure is not her own. Men are wired with the need to protect their children. They may agree to, or even push for, abortion, in which case it is their choice, yet in doing so they violate part of themselves. So what about the father? Is his choice considered?
A common explanation for abortion is that the mother is unable to care for the baby. The child would grow up unwanted, without proper care, and possibly even abused. What if I told you there was a way out of such a fate that did not include murder? So many people long to be parents, but can’t have babies. A so called “unwanted” child is actually very wanted, even if they have disabilities.
Alright then, what about the woman’s right to choose? My response is, is it really their right? Unborn babies do not have the same DNA as their mother, and therefore are their own person. If a woman was holding a newborn baby, is it her right to choose to drop the baby down a flight of stairs? No. Here is what I view as the woman’s choice: Keep the baby, or give the baby to a pair of loving parents.
I am pro-family. I would consider myself more pro-child than many people, and I’m definitely pro-choice. I simply consider other choices. So next time you hear, “Pro-family, pro-child, pro-choice,” think of my definitions. The wrong choice could cost a life.
Friday, September 5, 2008
First Week of School
Well, the first week of the 2008-2009 school year is over.
Four friends moved to different schools and different states. Seven soon-to-be-friends have stepped in to take their place in our little co-op. I have new classes and more homework. Yep. School is back.
A prankster from last year is now a junior. His younger brother, a freshman, has joined us. It will be interesting to see how this plays out (Last year, he 'stole' my mom's car - while I was on the hood).
Two friends, a mix of fun and seriousness, are back from a summer working at camp. New jokes and experiences have been added to their lives, and they have many stories to tell.
There's one boy (what word can I use for him?) who makes us laugh but has serious thoughts below it is with us again. He adds a whole other element to our school.
The sanguine girl is back again, connecting us with the rest of the world.
I'm there, too, with new event having affected my life. I have gone to LA. I got lost in the forest, doubling the time of my bike ride with two young cousins trailing behind me.
The Seven new kids are interesting. One has parents in Indonesia. Another wants homework.
Yes, another September, another School year. Times remembered and memories begun. We dive into new work with new friends as we miss those who have traveled away.
Four friends moved to different schools and different states. Seven soon-to-be-friends have stepped in to take their place in our little co-op. I have new classes and more homework. Yep. School is back.
A prankster from last year is now a junior. His younger brother, a freshman, has joined us. It will be interesting to see how this plays out (Last year, he 'stole' my mom's car - while I was on the hood).
Two friends, a mix of fun and seriousness, are back from a summer working at camp. New jokes and experiences have been added to their lives, and they have many stories to tell.
There's one boy (what word can I use for him?) who makes us laugh but has serious thoughts below it is with us again. He adds a whole other element to our school.
The sanguine girl is back again, connecting us with the rest of the world.
I'm there, too, with new event having affected my life. I have gone to LA. I got lost in the forest, doubling the time of my bike ride with two young cousins trailing behind me.
The Seven new kids are interesting. One has parents in Indonesia. Another wants homework.
Yes, another September, another School year. Times remembered and memories begun. We dive into new work with new friends as we miss those who have traveled away.
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