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Be Right, or Be Left

Just a thought.  I had a serious check up from the neck up today, and in doing so I found this.  It’ll sure help you get your dogma straight.  Not to mention your heart.  After all, we’re not promised tomorrow and we may not get another chance to get right before we get left.  And I’ve read the back of the Book.  I soooo don’t want to get left.

Standing Room Only
Standing room only,
not even Room to kneel and pray;
Standing room only,
On the Judgement Day.

Last night I had an awful dream
That the end of time had come;
The trumpets had been sounding,
And life on earth was done.

An angel stood one foot on land,
The other foot on sea.
And as I tried to kneel and pray,
A voice said unto me,

There’s standing room only,
It’s too late now to pray.
There’s standing room only -
This is the Judgement Day.

People filled each church and church yard
Just as far as I could see.
I heard a pitiful cry for mercy,
And then I realized it was me.

I saw the Saviour then appear,
As He split the eastern sky.
I saw tears of joy on a Christians face,
And I heard the sinners cry.

And as I tried to touch His hand,
With one last feeble plea,
I cried again, “Have mercy!
Have mercy, Lord on me!”

I saw a tear come to His eye
As He turned my soul away.
I didn’t know Him yesterday,
And He knew me not today.

The earth was burning all around,
The world went up in smoke,
And as the flames engulfed me,
Thank God, I awoke.

Then I got out of bed and got down on my knees
And you should have heard me pray;
For in my dream I witnessed,
God’s great Judgement Day.

Standing room only, on
God’s great Judgement Day.

Standing Room Only, Sung by the incomparable Loretta Lynn


Kari, the repentant
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Strange but True

The 21 Irrational Things I Love and Am Woman Enough to Admit it:

1. Thunderstorms – the more violent the better; I find them exciting, though I’ve no idea why. 

2. Books – some would not consider this irrational but I’m rather obsessed.  I love the feel, the smell, the sound of the pages.  I could easily live in a bookstore

3. Coffee – mornings, afternoons, evenings… but it has to be good coffee

4. Wildlife – all kinds of animals, but not penned up in a zoo; that breaks my heart. Unless of course it happens to be an escaped man-eating tiger.

5. Little boxes – strange hobby, I know.  Kind of like the book thing.  Most women collect shoes.  Or diamonds.  What can I say? I’m a cheap date!

6. The smell of lemons – so much so that I’m thinking of inventing a scent…

7. Words – words are powerful and versatile; they can stir up a huge range of emotions; big, small, arcane, I don’t care. I just love words and those who use them well

8. Rain – the soft kind falling on a summer’s day; refreshing, relaxing, renewing

9. Music – Duke Ellington might have been right; it really does feed the soul.  It can bring back memories, reduce me to tears or giggles, make me dance or relax.  I say, with Shakespeare, if music be the food of love, play on

10. Wolves – there’s something so hauntingly wild and beautiful about them. At a distance

11. The call of a loon – I’ve never heard them at dawn, across a lake shrouded in fog, but I know it would be fun; that mournful howl – if you hear it you’ll never forget


12. Someone playing with my hair – weird, I know.  What it does to me depends on who’s doing the playing, and that’s all I’m gonna say about that

13. Accents – I don’t really care what kind, I’m attracted to accents. Must be the Brit in me

14. Water – ever since I was a small child I’ve always enjoyed water

15. Green apples – the smell affects me a lot like lemons, for some strange reason

16. Quiet – I love times of quiet in this busy life; I crave times of relaxation.  I can go for hours sitting quietly praying and thinking and reading

17. Blue – this color draws me like a moth to a flame, though I have no idea why.  Maybe it’s the water thing

18. The sound of a baby – it gives me hope for the future

19. Trees – I think I might be a natural-born tree hugger, as well as a health-nut and vegetarian to boot

20. Word games – I love words, remember?  I’m me.  And I’m OK with that

21. Horses – perhaps because it brings back happy childhood memories but there’s something about a horse that speaks of strenth, endurance, beautiful and unforgettable

Now you know mine, tell me, what are yours?

Kari, the thoughtful
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Just Passin’ Through

Oh yeah.  I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching recently, most of it due to a book.  It’s the kind of book you have to take in small sound bytes, because it’s so profound.  Lioness Arising is the name, and Lisa Bevere is the author.  I normally don’t do this but I highly recommend reading it.  Take this morning as a for-instance.  Before dawn I was reminded of many truths I had let slip.  That petty power struggles achieve nothing and hold no interest for me.  That I have a voice and it’s my duty to speak on behalf of weak, voiceless, suppressed women. Because I’m anointed, and they are too – they just don’t know it yet – so I need to tell them.  I was reminded that sometimes a hug is far more healing than a hello.  That ticks and parasites slowly but surely suck the life out of you; two of those parasites are greed and self-indulgence, and I must guard my heart diligently against them.  How I can rise above the gender debate and live just like Jesus, going about doing good, not avoiding bad.  I’d rather do the do’s – then I won’t have to worry about the don’ts.

Men are not the problem, they’re the answer.  But then again, so are women.  In her book, The Dance of the Dissident Daughter, Sue Monk Kidd shares a common experience among women.  She grew up hearing that woman was the first to sin, the second to be created. That she was created for man’s benefit, unworthy because she disobeyed God, by eating and offering the fruit to Adam.  In her account I hear no mention of Adam’s abdicating his God-given responsibility.

Women have worth and value but rarely hear it.  Eve was wrong yes, but she was caught off guard; why do people ignore the fact that Adam knew full well what hung in the balance?  Only those unsure of their power need to dominate others.  Men never grow strong or free by the silence of women.  Strength is an asset, not a threat.

Margaret Mead once said that when you liberate a woman you liberate a man.  I’m into liberating.  Anyone can find the bad; I’d rather find the good.  In people.  In circumstances.  It takes work, yes, but it’s so worth it.  Jesus lived a selfless obedient life and died a selfless obedient death… and I’m called to walk the same walk.  I want to live a life so enticing to the unsaved it’s irresistible.  I truly want to make a difference in my world while I’m here.  Joyce said recently that she wanted to live plugged in.  Me too!  You?

Kari, the kingdom-minded sometimes ditzy redhead

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The C Factor

Christ. Is He really the reason for the season? People will tell you He is, but their actions say otherwise. I don’t know about you but I did a whole lot of dying this Christmas. I do try not to have expectations, I really do. Even if they’re minimal. I learned years ago that to assume makes an ass out of you and me. And the last thing I want to be is an ass. Still, I did have hopes of mother daughter bonding, I must admit. Having invested monies I didn’t really have and driving for quite some time to see my oldest and dearest, I kind of thought I’d actually get to be with her. Wrong assumption, apparently.
Turns out a 23 year old’s idea of time with mom is to stand peeling apples for the apple pie she promised her coworkers. Regardless of the fact that mom happens to have a humungous migraine and her roommate has her whole family over, family who happen to adore Christmas music, the louder the better. What fun. Now you know how my Christmas Eve went. How did yours turn out? The way you planned? I’ll bet it did.
Correct me if I’m wrong but I kind of hoped I’d see her the next day, since it was Christmas Day after all. Wrong again. Well, actually, I did get to see her. And her adorable kitten. For an hour and a half. Oh yeah. Did I mention I did a lot of dying this Christmas?
I must admit, I did think of calling this blog Buried Hatchets but I wondered if anyone would get the point. A really good friend of mine once told me hurt feelings buried alive never die. I don’t know about you but I’ve found in life that if we don’t let go and bury our past, it will bury us. Science has proven the negative effect bad feelings have on the body, and the same goes for positive ones. Maybe our Creator was onto something when He said that what we think in our heart makes us what we are, huh? Ya think?
Since it’s a brand fresh new year an’ all, may I offer a suggestion? One I’m trying really hard to put into practice myself? Let it drop. It’s not worth it. Trust one who’s been there done that way too many times and has a closet full of T-shirts. Take today, for instance. Or not. I probably shouldn’t go there. Anyway, it was a long, really long day. I saw a T-shirt one time that said “Please cancel my subscription – I don’t need your issues.” Yep, today I can relate. The one thing keeping me sane this whole day is knowing that that the One who was, and is, and is to come holds my life in the palm of His hand. If it hadn’t been for Him I’m pretty sure I would have lost my ever-loving mind. The words of David in Psalm 27.13 rang truer today than they have for a long while. I would have despaired if I had not believed to see the goodness of God in the land of the living. Yeah. My thoughts exactly. How was your day?
Kari, the still living… I think…
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Humble Beginnings

I’ve never been good at fake – I’d rather know facts and then decide for myself. That’s just how I am. Show me your ugly and I’ll tell you if I can deal with it. You’d be surprised what I can deal with. Friendships are very precious to me. I don’t have many really deep ones but the ones I do have I’m thankful for. I’d like to share a story with you today, if you’re open to it, dear blog reader.
I shouldn’t be here. Yep. I was born dead. Beyond dead, actually. “White asphyxiated”, according to my mum, and she should know – as a midwife in the east end of London during her early years, she had adventures that would make your hair stand on end. Brave woman. Strong. Persistent. But she didn’t get around to telling me I was born dead for many years.
The humbling thing is that my good friend M happened to share one day in a moment of weakness that she was born dead. Being a very immature Christian at the time I found this fact intriguing, and would introduce her to friends with, “This is my friend M, and she was born dead…” Callous, I know. But as the old folks say, if I knew better I’d do better. Or, to quote Forrest Gump, stupid is as stupid does. And boy, that was me. Then, out of the blue, at the tender age of 40 something, my mother announced that I was too! I was flabbergasted. How could this be? Nothing that exciting had ever happened in my mundane life as far back as I could remember. Talk about eating crow. I now had to say, “This is my friend M, and she was born dead – but then again, so was I…” Some people will tell you that explains a few things… not about her, but about me…
Being a child of a single mother is never easy. On the finances, but also on the emotions. Mother Teresa said you cannot give to the outside what you do not have on the inside. When you’re hurting you can’t help but hurt those around you, despite your best intentions. So for all those friends out there that I’ve never met yet, I want to encourage you. Pain is a universal emotion. It’s OK to feel that pain. It means you’ve not shut yourself off from the world and can still relate to those around you. Use it to your advantage. Reach out and touch someone. Take that pain, and turn it into gain.
One more thing. As anyone who goes to CLuv will know by now there’s the most incredible song the choir is singing right now called, rather innocently, Great Are You Lord. We were singing it for two full weeks before it hit me. What hit you? I’m glad you asked, dear blog reader. The first line of the verse: It’s Your breath… in my lungs…
“You give hope, You restore… every heart that is broken…” would have made me go ballistic. Three years ago. It still does, to some extent. But now, I’m in a different place. Knowing you were born dead will change your perception of life in a very deep way if you let it. As we were singing this song the third week I had a literal vision of God breathing life into Adam, and it wasn’t a huge step to see a tiny baby, dead as a doornail, lying on a hospital table some place in England with that same God breathing that same life. Into me. Life has become so precious to me. Even on my worst days, and yes, I do have them, tho I don’t let it show as much as I used to, I know every day of life I’ve been given is a slap in the face to my enemy, the one Papa calls “the accuser of the bretheren”. Or sisteren, as the case may be. How cool is that? So if you see me lose it in Praise and Worship from time to time, humour me will ya? I’m a walking miracle.

Kari, the lively and lovin’ it!
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Quiet Moments

Yes, I admit it, I’m an avid reader. I love to write, and I love to read. If I had my druthers I’d be doing it for a living! Hey, hope springs eternal… or at least Alexander Pope thought so. I do too. But hey, thanks to a snake we now live in a fallen world. Maybe in heaven you’ll find me sitting by the banks of a river with notepad and pen in hand. There has to be some use for me up there… even if it’s only to regale the angels with my stories.
What’s on this random redhead’s mind today? Well, thank you for asking. I just finished a book written over 10 years ago but the subject matter was so timeless it made for very thought-provoking reading, not exactly fresh revelation but worded – nay, crafted – it in a way that gave a completely fresh and vital awareness of the seriousness of sin.
For some reason God seems to use fiction to convey deep spiritual concepts to me that leave residue long after I’m done reading. I’ve been rebuked often for this bad habit. People feel the need to tell me, in rather icy tones, “I only read the bible…” and I often sense a rather sanctimonious attitude in them that makes me want to do one of two things: barf, or slap somebody. Namely them. We’re never gonna win the bruised and broken to our wonderful Saviour, the Lover of our soul, if we’re not open to new ways of doing it. Jesse du Plantis said recently that Jesus moved with purpose, and never hurried, but He never wasted time. He was open to hearing what others had to say, even if He disagreed with their conclusions. Even Paul said in 1 Corinthians 9.19 that he would be “all things to all men” if he had to. I’m with Paul.
I heard Lisa Bevere say that we need to rise above the gender debate, arguing about preeiminence; after all, isn’t God alone supposed to be first. Does it really matter if He uses a woman or a man to get His message across? Some would say yes, yet I would say no. Mature strong men will never fear strong women. As Lisa quite rightly points out, women are never effective when their strength is usurped by excessive doctrine, and men will never find true strength in dominating the fairer sex. If the woman is genuinely submitted to those who are in authority over her I happen to believe God can use her. I told Him years ago, “Papa if You can use a donkey You can sure use me!” Hence this blog.
I want to speak for those who cannot. And for all you guys out there who may be uncomfortable with my boldness and honest, I want to remind you I’m an asset, not a threat. We’re in this together, doing life together, learning and growing side by side. God is no respecter of persons, so I’ve decided I’m brave enough not to be either.
If you’re still reading and are at all interested, here are those profoundly riveting yet ageless words penned by one of my absolute fave authors ever that totally recharged my thinking and helped me see so much clearer than before:

“Sin is the monster we love to deny.
It can stalk us, bite a slice out of our lives, return again and bite again, and even as we bleed and hobble, we prefer to believe nothing has happened. That makes sin the perfect monster, a man-eater that blinds and numbs its victims, convincing them that nothing is wrong and there is no need to flee, and then consumes them at its leisure.
We’ve all been assailed by the beast, sometimes face-to-face, but all too often from a direction we aren’t prepared to defend, and it’s only in recognizing the beast for what it is that we can hope to escape at all. In Jesus Christ we are forgiven and empowered to overcome sin, but opening the door and tossing the beast kitchen scraps of our character is no way to drive it off. Toying with an animal that is actually toying with us is a sure way to lose part of ourselves.
I was watching it happen to some friends of mine the year I began writing The Oath. As the rest of us just kept on praising the Lord, loving one another, smiling, and trying not to be judgmental, some really good people walked stupidly, blindly into the jaws of sin. The tooth marks still show today, in ruined marriages and soiled ministries. The rest of us should have said something.
In The Oath, I tried to say something through a vicious drama. I gave sin a form, an identifiable embodiment hellbent to consume the hero. I chose an obscure, remote setting because sin shies from examination just as vermin flee from the light, and in this place, there are no rules. Denial is easy, and sin is protected. The consequences, of course, play out just as they do in so many real lives: we’ve all seen friends, relatives, and fellow believers dragged out the door by a pet that got too big to control. Some have managed to come back, bleeding and bruised, hopefully healing and wiser. Some have never come back at all. And some of us have been there.
The Oath is a story we’ve all had a part in, to one degree or another. And years later, it still cries out the same warning God gave Cain: “Sin is crouching at the door, and it wants you, but you must overcome it.”

As an aspiring writer I do so appreciate those who can craft words in such a way with such skill that grabs the reader and teaches them a deep spiritual concept. Hope you find this as deeply moving as I did. In another of his books I found my second ever favourite quote. The hero had lived through hell, and at the end of the tale has only one thing to say: “He [God] is ordering my life, and doing all things well.” Sometimes I need for scripture to be put in a different way so I can appreciate the beauty and simplicity of it. When I feel like my life is spinning out of control, those words will quietly yet persistently echo in my mind and, like Zephaniah 3 verse 17 says, I find my wonderful, gracious, patient, awesome heavenly Father will gently “quiet you with His love”, a fact I find so precious and tested and true in my life that I’m reduced to weeping just thinking about it.


Kari, the slightly introperspective today
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Just in case you, like me, are an inquiring mind wanting to know, someone who loves learning and growing and stretching their faith, I have an idea for you to think about this bright sunny cold day 48 hours after Thanksgiving. Bet you’ll never guess what it is, though.
A science class in my bachelor’s degree program required me recently to do a whole lot of research in an area I had, in the past, avoided. There is something in the scientific community known as the “Cosmological Constant”. Like me, you’ve probably never heard of it before. But it impacted my life profoundly. Why? For one simple fact. It gas 120 decimal places.
Many in the field of science believe it impossible for the universe to be made by design –a designed universe requires the existence of a Designer, so if you disregard the Designer you must, by necessity, also disregard the concept of design. However, one thing I have learned in life is that just you do not believe a thing to be true will never negate its existence. What you believe may be truth for you, but God declares in John 17.17 that His Word ALONE is real truth. Man can create all kinds of truths given the chance, but man’s truth will often change to suit circumstances. I’ve never really subscribed to the “my truth/your truth” theory. I’d rather have something I can rely on. Hebrews 1.11 has always been a life staple for me, kind of like mac n cheese – Thou remainest. Simple, yet profound. Even a redhead can get that. God’s Word never changes. Period.
What makes for good science is not whether you can see it or not, but whether you can rule out the theory or not. If science really is all about proving theories and testing facts, which scientists claim it is, and if those facts truly do stand the test of intense research, then, like Lee Strobel the ex-atheist who could not deny those same facts, you must agree with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who once said, “once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth”.
What We Still Don’t Know: Are We Real? with Martin Rees, Cosmologist


Kari, the mindful of eternal perspective
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Some Say

Some say that this world is going to hell in a handbasket. Some say politicians are all crooks. Some say we’ll never get ourselves out of the budget deficit that keeps getting bigger by the day. Some say disaster is on the way and the economy cannot fully recover. Some say why bother voting, when all the candidates are as bad as each other? Some say there’s nothing we can do, and that nothing will ever change. If that’s the case, why bother praying? Why not just curl up and die? Heaven ain’t such a bad place to go, after all.
The point of the above thoughts is that I have a question for you today; simply this – what do you say? More importantly, who do you say about Jesus? Who He is? What He is? To you, and to a hurting world in need of hope? Jesus asked the same question in Matthew 16.13. Who do people say I am? Well, His answer hasn’t changed much. There are many religions out there, and they all believe they’re going to heaven, but my bible says that Jesus was very closed-minded indeed on that issue. In fact, He said in John 14 verse 6, “I am the way, the truth, and the life – NO man comes to the Father (as in goes to heaven) but through Me.” That kind of throws out the whole “we’re all going to the same destination, we’re just taking different paths to get there” theory, doncha think?
We as Christians have the true hope, the true life, living on the inside of us, and if we don’t speak out the world will never KNOW the hope, the truth and the life. I read a book just recently that reminded me once again of how the church as a whole is sleeping. God even gave me the title of the next blog, dear readers. But I’ll let that come as a surprise. For right now I want you to know that God made you ON purpose FOR a purpose. His. You were made, like Esther, for such a time as this, and I don’t want you to let your God-given purpose go unfulfilled on this earth. Og Mandingo said once that there are three types of men. The first learn from their own experience – they are the wise; the second learn from the experience of others – they are the happy; the third learn neither from their own experience, nor from the experience of others – they are fools. I for one have made a lot of foolish decisions in my life, but I’m no fool. However, I am a fool for Christ. Always have been, always will be. How ‘bout you?
Kari, the outspoken and the outright outraged
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At the Corner of Broadway and Narrowway

When I look around and see how this country has changed in the last one hundred years I’m deeply grieved. I’ve come to the conclusion that fear of man will make fear of God impotent

Matthew 7 verses 13 and 14 say that we, as Christians, are to, “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because [a] narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.” (My pastor tells me the “many” mentioned here means majority.)

Well, 21 years ago last March I found it and I’m still thankful. I’ve enjoyed the travelling, and don’t plan to quit. I’ve never subscribed to the majority rules rule, but it was easy for me to go it alone because all my life I never seemed to quite fit in. At school, family, life. Sometimes even in my church. Some of that disconnect is the enemy’s whispers, I know,  and some is people not understanding how I’m wired, but my default has slowly over the years become Ephesians 1.6 – He has made me acceptable in the Beloved, which is Christ, and He’s all I care about. I couldn’t care less what man thinks of me. There are too many hungry hearts and seeking souls out there that need a touch from God for me to focus on the nay-sayers. Most people will take the path of least resistance, but that will land you in big trouble in a heartbeat. Ask me how I know.

Philippians 2.2 tells us that we are to nothing – did you catch that? nothing!!! – from selfish ambition or conceit. How often I fall short of this, but I have made it my determined purpose to aim for. Titus 1.15 says that to the pure, all things are pure, but to the “defiled and unbelieving” nothing is pure. They talk about how they know God but their life denies Him. They have no trouble with heaven, it’s the Lordship factor they have a problem with. They want to give Jesus their sin but keep their life. Newsflash – it ain’t happenin’!

Mark 4 talks about different kinds of soil. I’m sure you know the story: wayside, stony ground, thorn briar patch, and good soil. Most everyone you talk to wants to be the good soil but they’re not always willing to do what it takes. A stony path doesn’t become stony overnight, and neither does a heart. It takes time for those rocks to collect there. Your life reflects what’s been planted in your heart. Seeds produce. It’s not the soil but the seed that determines what will grow. If I may go Yoda on you for just a moment, may I give you a thought? Consequences there will be.

Even if you’re not an avid gardener I’m sure you’ve had a weeding experience you’d like to never repeat. We see them when they’re small but don’t always take a minute to pull them out right there and then. We pay for it, though. When we finally do get around to tackling them it’s way harder than it should have been, and much more work than we ever dreamed. The heart is the same way. Get ‘em out when they’re small and they won’t have time to grow big roots. What am I talking about? Thoughts, feelings, ideas. Sin deceives. That’s it’s nature. It may not be big going in but trust me, it will grow. Before you know it you’ll be in over your head.

Today I encourage you to take a long hard look at your life. Is He really everything to you? If not, then you’re not really living. Life without Him is not life at all. Not really. And life with Him is more than you can possibly imagine. Will you come with me on the adventure of a lifetime? Give Him your all, once and for all? It’ll change your life. I promise.


Kari, the narrow-way traveler — wanna come with?

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Something Precious This Way Comes

But what will we do with it? I blame my Arts and Humanities teacher, James. It all started with his school project. Create a time capsule with certain things you’d like to give someone 100 years in the future. Who’d have thought that rabbit trail would be so exciting, saddening, and downright fulfilling?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Something is terribly wrong in the land of the free and the home of the brave. When you exercising your freedom of speech leads to kidnapping innocent girls and keeping them hostage for 10 years solid simply because you want a sex toy, Houston you’ve gotta admit we have a problem. Yes, you totally have the right to freedom of speech. Until your right to that freedom takes away mine. Then you don’t.
We have seen evidence of definite erosion of morals in this country. And it didn’t start with Roe vs. Wade. Forgive me but this is a really controversial subject that I feel extremely zealous about. As I watch those passionate souls picketing and carrying signs saying it’s a woman’s right to have an abortion, I find it incredibly ironic that those who were born are campaigning for those who are not yet born to never be born. Maybe it’s just me that sees the irony.
Did you know that the law says a woman can abort her blob of cells right up to the day of its birth, yet science has proven that blob of cells has a heartbeat at 22 days of life? Last time I checked, killing something with a heartbeat was still frowned upon in our society. But then again I could be wrong.
To quote justfacts.com, “At any point prior to birth according to the Supreme Court’s rulings in Roe v. Wade, Doe v. Bolton, and Planned Parenthood v. Casey, a pregnant woman can abort to preserve her “health.” One example from Roe v. Wade of what may be considered harmful to a mother’s health is the work of caring for a child….”.
Question – did you know that on the very same day the Supreme Court released Roe v. Wade, there was another ruling? The Doe v. Bolton? I didn’t. Have you ever even heard of Doe v. Bolton? I hadn’t. So I did the research. Which led to some extremely interesting places.
The same seven judges ruled in favor in both cases. The same two judges also opposed both rulings. To quote justfacts.com again, “The majority wrote that this ruling and Roe v. Wade “are to be read together”. So how come I haven’t heard of Doe v. Bolton?
To quote justfacts.com one more time, “The Roe v. Wade verdict provides several examples of what may constitute a risk the health of the mother. These include the “stigma of unwed motherhood and the “distress” associated with the unwanted child.” Well forgive me but almost any child will cause a parent “distress”. It’s a fact of life. And I’m all for preserving the mother’s health, but what about her unborn’s? All I ask is for a rational responsible human being to take responsibility for their choices. I realize there are always extenuating circumstances, such as rape or violence, and that it’s always the woman’s choice, but in the majority of cases I feel the person doesn’t want to be held accountable for their actions; I’m just making a case for the baby.
Did you know that the Planned Parenthood website states, and I quote verbatim:
“In the two decades before abortion was legal in the United States, nearly one million women went “underground” each year for illegal operations. Thousands died for lack of medical care.”
They cite no sources whatsoever for these claims, but the U.S. Center for Disease Control, whose stats from legal abortions were both accepted and USED by Planned Parenthood, clearly state that in the year before the landmark Roe v. Wade Case, 1972, only 39 deaths came from illegal abortions. Interestingly enough, the year after, 1974, there were 26 from legal abortions. Mmmm. Food for thought, perhaps?
Could it possibly be that the facts show there were more medical issues from botched legal abortions than from illegal ones during those years? Just sayin’.
Here’s another scary thought for parents of girls.
Parental Consent & Notification – State Laws
June 2008:
- 35 states have some kind of law in effect that requires parental consent or notification for a minor to have an abortion. Out of 50. Good odds? You decide.
- 7 states have a parental consent or notification law that is being blocked – yes, you heard me right, blocked – by a court. And you thought they had your back.
- 8 states have no, I repeat, NO, laws requiring parental consent or notification for abortions. Is it just me or is that sick? No, I’m not my brother’s keeper… but maybe I should be.
Even the Encyclopedia of Human Biology states:
“Attempts to suckle have been seen … in aborted fetuses of 3 months.” So much for the blob of cells theory. If ya can’t trust a science book, how CAN you trust?
In case you find yourself a tad depressed at this point, here’s some heartening news:
A child was born in Britain in 2003 at 24 weeks gestation, after three abortion procedures had been conducted. In 2005 he was healthy, and is recognized as the first long-term abortion survivor to be born as prematurely as 24 weeks.
Another child, Gianna Jessen, born in 1977, survived an abortion at 7 ½ months . Yes, she suffered cerebral palsy as a direct result of the procedure. However, she is now a fulfilled 31-year-old running marathons, writing, singing, and, strangely enough, travelling the world campaigning against abortion. Who’d have thunk it?
When it comes to the issue of Roe verses Wade and a woman’s right to do with her body as she pleases, I’d like to add one more thing. A close friend of mine said something two weeks ago that stuck with me. He was on a plane one day and he just happened to be seated next to a very well-dressed older woman. They got to talking and he asked her what she did. Turns out she was a fairly high-ranking woman in Planned Parenthood. She then returned the favour, and upon hearing he was an evangelist, she groaned, “here it comes…” He, however, wisely chose to ignore this remark and keep the talk light.
Later in the conversation, he asked her a profound question. “May I share how I feel about abortion?” To which she responded rather cynically, “I knew it. Go ahead.” His answer was not what she expected. It was simple, but very deep. He basically said this: I own my house. It’s mine to do with as I please. I can paint it pink. Orange. Burn it down, if I have a mind to. Of course, I’ll have to pay the bank – but it’s mine. So I can burn it to the ground if I choose to. Unless someone’s inside…
It was one of those lightbulb moments. Of which there have been several in my life. Proverbs 15.1 says that a gentle answer turns away wrath, and the older I get the more I find this to be true. How can you refute an answer like that? Even if you’re violently for the so-called woman’s right to kill her unborn baby, I can’t imagine anyone getting offended at such a gentle response.
I’m all about life. Any age, any color. Yes, let’s save the whales and the lesser spotted owls, but can we start with our teens and the unborn? How do we change our world? One person at a time. We need to all take ownership of this issue in society, and do our part in preventing its affect those within our sphere of influence. All we have to do is look. The signs are there for anyone who cares enough and will take the time to see. I’m not a professional. I’m just someone who cares enough to do something. Oh, by the way, go ahead and try to impeach me. I dare you. Last time I checked I still had the liberty of freedom of speech.
Kari, crusader for the rights of souls unborn
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