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Thursday, July 30, 2015
But we have a promise from our God that all of this will be undone.
God makes all things new, and on the day we awake with new bodies--new and yet the same--we will see all of these children alive in the fullness of their glorious innocence. We will see the children starved in death camps and all the little girls ever discarded because they weren't boys. We'll see those massacred in abortion mills made whole and every male under the age of two whom Herod slew because they might have been Jesus.
They and the martyrs and our Jesus Himself will stand before the world and He will say, "What you did to the least of these, you did to Me." And the least will say with their Lord--the first words of the unborn: "We were broken for the broken world. You broke us. We love you."
And some will find that more horrific than all and be lost. And many, having repented long before, will weep with gladness to see at last the limbs they tore restored, made whole and one and healed not only to their original state but to a glory past imagining, which is the glory of our Lord who was Himself innocent and torn limb from limb, side pierced.
Those who rejoice to see their works undone will run to all that love spilled out and kneel.
And you know the rest of the story. This is the certain future, even though, for now, #PPkillsbabiesand #PPsellsbabyparts"
By Chloe Richardson, July 30, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
What is going through the mind, the heart and the body of a woman who previously had an abortion as she scans Facebook today? Fear? Anger? Shame? Is she nauseous? Does she delete her account, or unfriend those who share the photos, videos and articles?
How terribly painful are these revealing videos to someone whose claim was that she wanted 'a choice', who wanted 'control over her own sexuality', only to discover that any tissue that resorted from her body's abortion was sold.
A form to sign. Blood money. Parts of conception. A mass. A potential human. No choice. No control.
They lied to you. They deceived you. They hid your own child from you. You never saw her; you could never grieve over him. Your child went unnamed.
I wish I could hold and hug each mother who is staring at a screen today, looking at the picture of the aborted child with price tags printed across it's body. We mourn with you who mourn.
#PPshoutyourstory #ProLifeSummer #WomenBetrayed
Friday, November 07, 2014
Chef Carl Casper is passionate about food and loves to cook, loves to eat and loves to make people happy with his food creations. The movie begins by showing him climbing the ladder of success, reaching for an excellent food review that coming night at the expense of his son's desire for time with him. It's clear he feels awkward around his ex-wife while she acts naturally and comfortably in the role of the divorcee which she's played before.
Carl's passion to food is driven by tasteful creativity and his desire to wow the food critic clashes with the owner of the restaurant, played by Dustin Hoffman, who insists Chef Carl serves the critic standard menu fare. The critic is not impressed and rates his meal 2 stars. A twitter war ensues driving the restaurants publicity up which makes the Hoffman's character happy, though Carl knows people aren't happy with the cooking; it's just a trend.
After a heated argument, Carl is fired and demoralized. His ex-wife invites him to take a trip back to hometown Miami to get in touch with his roots and he buys a taco trunk. The rest of the movie is of him cleaning the truck, making really good food and making people happy while he and his pals cooking along the road home to LA. The movie ends with the food critic becomes a pal after he tastes chef's real food and the estranged family is reunited.
The movie is colorful and the characters are real. The camaraderie between the chef and his staff is stuff books are written about and the relationship between Carl and his son is touching and true.
However, Carl is a passive character and really boring to watch. His lines are punchy and the most memorable scenes could stand alone, but everything that happens in this movie is caused by outside characters, outside forces and Carl stands there taking the one-twos.
Unfortunately, this is often real life. Even when we think we are the protagonist, it's often our son. It's the one who knows how to laugh, to love always and to be used to handing out forgiveness. The real hero is the one who explains things, who teaches and encourages. And tells us what Twitter is.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Epiphany had always been content, but the last 6 months she's been needy too. She likes to be with me and play with me and do what I'm doing.
This afternoon I walked out of her room to start a load of laundry and I realized she didn't follow me.
Back in her room I found her playing by herself! She sat in her toy corner happily turning on her musical toys. She's learning to "play"!