Thanks Angel I forwarded this on.
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Christ is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all.
Karen Carter '74
> We must always pray for those poor children who are killed everyday by those
> who don't understand God creates children and God will solve whatever
> problems which exist which cause these poor women to kill their offspring.
> Today My Mother Killed Me
>
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> TODAY MY MOTHER KILLED ME
>
> October 5 Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet. I am as small
> as the seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall
> have blonde hair and azure eyes. Just about everything is settled though.
> Even the fact that I shall love flowers.
>
> October 19 I have grown a little, but I am still too small to do anything by
> myself. My mother does just about everything for me. And what is odd - she
> still doesn't know that she is carrying me under her heart, and that she is
> helping me already, that she is even feeding me with her own blood. She is
> so good.
>
> They say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I
> am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is truly bread. She is so
> good.
>
> October 23 My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or
> so I shall be laughing, and later talking. I know that my first word will
> be - mummy!
>
> October 25 My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall
> gently beat for the rest of my life, without ever stopping to rest. And
> after many years it will tire. It will stop, and I shall die.
>
> November 2 I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to
> take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs
> raise me to my mother's reaching arms, before those little arms will be able
> to gather flowers and hug my daddy.
>
> November 12 Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small
> they are. I shall be able to stroke my mummy's hair with them. And I shall
> take her hair to my mouth and she will probably say, 'oh, nasty!'.
>
> November 20 It wasn't until today that doctor told mum that I am living here
> under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mummy?
>
> November 25 My mummy and daddy are probably thinking about a name for me.
> But they don't even know that I am a little girl. They are probably saying
> Andy. But I want to be called Cathy. I am getting so big already.
>
> December 10 My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder
> what kind of hair mummy has?
>
> December 13 I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mummy
> brings me into the world, it will be full of sunshine and flowers. I have
> never seen a flower, you know. But what I want more than anything to see is
> my mum. How do you look mum? I love you so much.
>
> December 24 I wonder if mum hears the whispering beat of my living heart?
> Some children come into the world a little sick. And then the delicate hands
> of the doctor perform miracles to bring them back to health. But my heart is
> strong and healthy. It beats so evenly; tup-tup, tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll
> have a healthy little daughter, mummy.
>
> December 28 Today my mummy killed me!
>
> by Michael Walsh who opposes abortion
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