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A Deceptive Abortion Experience

Emily Letts’ video of her “positive abortion experience” has gone viral. You can read about it here. What she may perceive as being positive, is in fact a potent example of the deceived putting forth darkness as light and deceiving others.

I have written half of a novel with the goal of shining a light on exactly this type of thinking. For various reasons I have set it aside for awhile, but this event has renewed my zeal to get back at it again. Emily Letts’ words reminded me so much of the following portion of my book, and so I have decided to share it, with hopes that this blatant deception might open eyes to the demonic and idolatrous beliefs that help fuel abortion mills.

A Deceptive Abortion Experience

The office greeted her with a warm blast of air and as she shed her winter coat a young, pretty receptionist offered a kind smile. Anna looked around the waiting area. A young girl with her mother and a solo middle aged woman with frizzy bleached hair sat silently. Neither looked visibly pregnant and for some reason that relieved her slightly. No one made eye contact. She fought a sense of shame at being there- not so much because she believed her plan was wrong, but because she felt like it was beneath her. This wasn’t something that should happen to an upstanding, moral person, of good family upbringing like herself. Something about being there made her feel cheapened.

After registering and taking a clipboard full of papers to fill out from the smiling receptionist, Anna took a seat. She filled in everything but the waiver, which she’d been instructed to wait and sign with the counsellor prior to the procedure. As she waited, her eyes wandered to a painting which took up an entire wall of the office. On a bright backdrop of purple, was the figure of a woman who appeared to be coming up out of a winding maze. Paused in the midst of dancing, her hair spun around her and her arms flew freely over her head.

Anna noticed a stack of pamphlets on the magazine table with that painting on the front and discreetly picked one up. Anna had always looked back on that moment with gratitude, considering it a defining moment in her life as she read the words:

“Every woman is a beautiful and unique child of the Universe, intertwined mysteriously with the divine. You have been endowed with grace, blessed with kindness, and granted the power to live, to love, and to choose your own path. “For Women’s Health” has had this picture painted on our wall in hopes that you can see yourself in this woman. No matter how winding or how many dead ends your path has been filled with, you alone have the power to free yourself. No one and no circumstance can stop you if you choose to embrace the powerful woman that you are. You have come here because you alone know what is best for you. As women, we reach out to those around us with tenderness and grace. Have you considered treating yourself with the same mind and the same acceptance? Today is yet another day to find empowerment within. Perhaps the choice to come here today was a hard one. We applaud your courage. Be kind to yourself and set your dreams before you. You alone are the author of your life. Live freely, move forward, and find that place where you can dance without reserve.” Continue reading

Why Children?

The question “why children?” never really occurred to me until I was pregnant. In our culture we often have a romanticized idea of what it means to have a family. We want a baby who is born in perfect health, rarely cries, and is cute. We want them to grow up to be quick learning, strong, and well mannered. Of course, a nice house with a beautiful nursery and a big back yard helps too.

We all desire these things for our life and our children. I think the desire to have a healthy, happy baby is natural. But this is where I have really started examining myself: Why do I want this child? Continue reading

Lord Help Us

Lord, help the mothers

Late at night

While buried in distress and fright

Who’ve just learned they now carry life

Lord, not to be deceived.

 

Lord, help the counsellors

In their schools,

Or in Planned Parenthood counselling rooms

While they play God and offer schemes

Lord, help them for they are deceived.

 

Lord, help the doctors

Who with their hands

Bring death, help them to understand

This is no money making game

Lord, help them to feel their shame.

 

Lord, help the child in the womb

Now as he blossoms and he blooms

Into one created by your hand

Who helpless rests and waits for day

Lord, let his life not end this way.

 

Lord, help the children in the world

While learning lies in their classrooms

And on TV, that it must be

We are only part of a natural plan

Of selection, so the weaker die

Lord, open up the children’s eyes.

 

Lord, help young teens

Who believe the advice

Of adults passing condoms out

Without thinking twice

Who tell them it’s normal

To explore, and leave all risks at the door

Birth control will keep you safe

But where are these people

When the kid’s hearts break?

 

Oh Lord, help the teens

Like only you can

By giving grace in Jesus Christ

I pray before they wreck their life.

 

Lord, finally help this nation

Of sinners, taken and foolish

Like I was, for we’ll surely perish

Lest you have mercy on our souls

How far will this madness go?

 

One day we’ll stand before your throne

To give an account

We’ll stand alone

All human wisdom will fall to the ground

Only those trusting in Jesus will be found

Accepted and forgiven

No matter their crimes

Lord, help them before they run out of time.

Racism and Abortion: Is There Common Ground?

 

Psalm 82:3-4 “Give justice to the weak and the fatherless;

Maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute.

Rescue the weak and the needy;

Deliver them from the hand of the wicked.”

 

 

Racism

I recently finished reading a historical, fictional series, based on events surrounding the American Civil War.  I began to realize that I was ignorant about the terrible events and treatment of the African American race.  My heart went out to the thousands of slaves who were considered to be as equal with the animals, too stupid to be considered worthy of considering.  Woman had their children taken and auctioned off on slave blocks, husbands and wives were ripped apart, black woman were sold into brothels, and several even raped by their white owners or commanded to reproduce with whomever their owner saw fit so as to increase a plantations slave population.  They were stacked in heaps beneath ships and branded like cattle.  Many who would try to escape, or who could not keep up with their expected work were beaten and even punished to death.  I suppose, I knew in part that these events happened, but I never considered the atrocity of it, or felt it as a real occurrence until reading these novels.  Amazingly, it has not been long since slavery was finally abolished through the whole country of the US in 1865.  And it is not as if the abolition of slavery ended racism.  It has indeed been a long, hard fight for African Americans to gain a widespread respect as equals. Continue reading