Greetings Dear Reader,
We claim to be the
nation that protects the innocent. There
is uproar, rightfully so, over abuses and misconduct that violates the rights
of others. Long concealed crimes of
abuse and misuse come to light and we are outraged that women are treated with
such disregard.
School shootings where innocent children are killed bring us
to great grief. We mourn the lives lost
to senseless violence. We cry for an end
to the violence and search for ways to insure the safety of the defenseless. We are willing to do what it takes to protect
the children in our society.
We are willing to do this unless they have not yet been born. I realize that this is purely a discussion of
reason and not scientific or data driven.
Still to me there is a vast hypocrisy in our lack of outrage over the
constant march of murder of the most innocent in our world.
There is always a price to pay when we fail to protect those
who are defenseless. It will be much
that we approve of the slaughter of the innocent. There is not a valid reason to kill children
for convenience. I will never force that
view on others but I have yet to hear from anyone a reasonable explanation that
justifies murder on demand. It weighs
heavily that those who approve cannot even call it what it is. If I have to make up euphemisms and create
neutral language to mask what I am doing, how can I be sure that it is good?
I will not condemn anyone that participates in this
practice. It is not my place. I feel great sadness for those who carry this
burden. I also know that my own failures
are enough for me to address. I do,
however, have to condemn the practice.
There will be a price to pay for this great holocaust. One cannot be honest and say otherwise.
If I have offended you Dear Reader, I beg your
forgiveness. That is never my intent. This is one of those things that scars my
heart. I know you may or may not agree
with me. I will remind you that I do not
hate anyone and that I can only speak what I believe to be true.
I thought that I heard crying coming through my door
Was it Rachel weeping for her sons who were no more
Could it have been the babies crying for themselves
Never understanding that they died for someone else
A voice is heard of weeping and of wailing
History speaks of it on every page
Of innocent and helpless little babies
Offerings to the spirit of the age
No way of understanding this sad and painful sign
Whenever Satan rears his head, there comes a tragic time
If He could crush the cradle, then that would stop the cross
He knew that once the Light was born, his every hope was
lost
A voice is heard of weeping and of wailing
History speaks of it on every page
Of innocent and helpless little babies
Offerings to the spirit of the age
Now every age has heard it, this voice that speaks from Hell
Sacrifice your children and for you it will be well
The subtle serpent's lying, his dark and ruthless rage
Behold, it is revealed to be the spirit of the age
A voice is heard of weeping and of wailing
History speaks of it on every page
Of innocent and helpless little babies
Offerings to the spirit of the age
Soon all the ones who seemed to die for nothing
Will stand beside the ancient of days
With joy we'll see that Infant from a manger
Come and crush the spirit of the age
We'll see Him crush the spirit of the age
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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