“Choices” Little Murders

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Lioness’ busiest day of the year was February 14th with 447 views. The most popular post that day was Choice’s Little Murders, which I repeat here is summary:

 

 I believe that if we realized the person in-utero is not hanging in some ethereal place while we decide whether or not we can accomodate our lives to their presence in the here and now, realizing that they are a reality and not a choice, and that their one life is all they have on earth and they want it just as much as we want, defend and protect our own, for they precious to us, then the abortion debate would be over.

Here I Am

Here I am, beneath your heart,
My heart beating in happy harmony,
As my frame perceives
The gentle throbbing within your breast,
Serene.

I began in secret and in darkness,
A mystery, even to myself.
Day by day, nature shapes my clay,
As you await the blessed dawn of my birth day.

What I know, I know by existence.
I am now all trust,
Simply growing,
Simply becoming who I am.

Comfort, you give comfort.
Love, you are all I know of love.
As you wait for me, my mother,
The eyes of my soul are wide open.
I behold you, smiling upon me.

Expectant, vigilant and gleeful,
Mother of my moments,
You cradle me.
You are my home of sweet delight.

© 2011  Joann Nelander

Must Read – Long before Becoming a Bishop

ARCHBISHOP AQUILA: 40 Years of the Culture of Death

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

I went to college in 1968 with the idea of becoming a doctor, like my father. College campuses in the late ‘60’s and throughout the 70’s were places of turmoil. I didn’t practice my faith much in the first three years of college and I certainly never imagined that the Lord would one day make me a bishop.

I spent my first three years of college working as a hospital orderly and assisting in the emergency room, at a university student health center and in a hospital in California during summer break.

When I began the job, I hadn’t thought much about human suffering, or about human dignity.

But during my employment in hospitals, something changed. At that time, some states had approved abortion laws that I wasn’t even aware of. Because of those laws, when I was in college I witnessed the results of two abortions.

The first was in a surgical unit. I walked into an outer room and in the sink, unattended, was the body of small unborn child who had been aborted. I remember being stunned. I remember thinking that I had to baptize that child.

The second abortion was more shocking. A young woman came into the emergency room screaming. She explained that she had had an abortion already. When the doctor sent her home, he told her she would pass the remains naturally. She was bleeding as the doctor, her boyfriend, the nurse and I placed her on a table.

I held a basin as the doctor retrieved a tiny arm, a tiny leg and then the rest of the broken body of a tiny unborn child. I was shocked. I was saddened for the mother and child, for the doctor and the nurse. None of us would have participated in such a thing were it not an emergency. I witnessed a tiny human being destroyed by violence.

The memory haunts me. I will never forget that I stood witness to acts of unspeakable brutality. In the abortions I witnessed, powerful people made decisions that ended the lives of small, powerless, children. Through lies and manipulation, children were seen as objects. Women and families were convinced that ending a life would be painless, and forgettable. Experts made seemingly convincing arguments that the unborn were not people at all, that they could not feel pain, and were better off dead. Read more:

The Shawl of Prayer

Death walks;
Brandishing fear,  it stalks.
The faint of heart succumb.
None but the tried remain true
In vigil, wed to You.
Where comes the glue
To see it through,
The fortitude to stretch to the measure,
Stand tall,
When others fall?
Fast and pray
You’re want to say,
Gather yourself,  putting not aside,
The Shawl of prayer
That incense fill the air.
Battles are bought,
With Christ’s Blood fought.
Altar of Sacrifice lowered from heaven
Priestly prayers and words divine
Transform proffered bread and wine.
Humanity purchased on a tree
Celebrated remembering Thee,
Death defeated  and fear it’s victory denied
Grace carries the least able
To Heaven’s Feast at Eucharistic Table.
©2012 Joann Nelander

LEST WE LOOSE HEART REMEMBER

LEST WE LOOSE HEART REMEMBER – BY My Chocolate Heart

“Over In A Sigh”–Life on Planet Earth

The Anchoress writes:

It’s good to remember that our time on earth is short.  — that, as Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton said, “we are made for eternity” and not just for our brief sojourn, here. Read more here.

Psalm 90

Our span is seventy years,
or eighty for those who are strong.

And most of these are emptiness and pain.
They pass swiftly and we are gone.
Who understands the power of your anger
and fears the strength of your fury?

Make us know the shortness of our life
that we may gain wisdom of heart.

LEST WE LOOSE HEART REMEMBER

Death and Deceit in Benghazi-Timeline of 9-11 Attack Video

They must have been screaming for help and the Administration failed to listen before and after the attack. Where was the Administration……….off spinning.

Obama went to Las Vegas and turned a deaf ear to the intell community. I’m with the Apostle Paul; Galatians 5-12

He’ll probably mount an attack the day or two before the Election for an October surprise.