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of your home one summer evening about 4:55 PM.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>As you stood and watched the neighbors children playing, you commented to yourself, how </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>good life is on this quiet shaded street.  Most of the neighbors were retired and took meticulous</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> care of their homes and yards.  The only younger residents on the whole street were you and </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>the neighbor woman just to your right.  She had three small children, ages 7, 4, and 2, but they</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> were real good kids and you enjoyed having them around.  Sometimes in the fall you would </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>give each of them a dollar to help you rake some of the brightly colored leaves, from the grand </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>old oaks that bordered your property.  They never did a perfect job, but you so enjoyed their </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>company, that it did not matter.  That dollar was like a million to them!  Yes, they were really</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> good kids.</B></div> <div> <B>  </B></div> <div> <B>     Suppose you were continuing to enjoy the cool evening air when you noticed the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> children's mother step out of her backdoor.  You never really got to know her much.  She was a</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> professional woman who worked at the law firm down town.  She always seemed to be in a</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> hurry.  She'd say hello, but only when you greeted her first.  You sometimes felt bad for the kids</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> to be in daycare so much, but they seemed to be holding up well enough.   You watched her as</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> she watched her children play.  You saw she held something in her hand, but didn't know what</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> it was, probably one of the children's toys or something.  From your living room you could hear </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>the grandfather clock begin to chime the 5:00 hour.  At that moment, you saw the neighbor</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> raise her arm, holding what you could now see was a gun.  "What on earth is she doing?" you</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> wondered.  Pointed directly at the children playing, she pulled the trigger.  The sharp crack of</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> the pistol reverberated though your brain, as you watched the oldest of the three children fall</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> to the ground!  Stricken with horror and disbelief, you ran to the sandbox where the seven-</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>year-old boy lay.  As you lifted his head up in your hands, you could sense that the little boy was</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> already dead.  You turned and looked through your tears at the emotionless mother and</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> screamed, "Why? "  She said nothing, as she turned around, and went back into her house.  As</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> your mind raced with emotions you had never felt before, you ran back home to phone the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> police.  You anticipated the conversation wondering how you could explain such a horrible</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> crime.  As you waited for the operator to transfer you to homicide, you felt your heart pounding</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> on your chest, as if it were going to break through.  Before the officer could finish asking your</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> name, you blurted out the gruesome story to him in every detail.  Trying to catch your breath,</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> you waited for his response.  Like the bullet hitting that sweet little boy, were the words of this</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> man in uniform to your soul as he pronounced that these are your neighbor's children and it is</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> her choice what she does with them.  With a sickened stomach, you spent the rest of the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> evening in prayer and grief.</B></div> <div> <B> </B></div> <div> <B>      Suppose that the next morning, after a sleepless night, you dragged yourself out of bed,</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> feeling desperate and helpless.  Your mind was muddled with thoughts of disbelief and</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> confusion.  After a most difficult day at work, you welcomed the time to come home.  Spending</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> most of the day feeling sick, you relished the fresh, cool air, as you stood by your backdoor</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> deep in thought.  The neighbors two remaining children were once again playing happily in</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> their yard.  As your mind drifted deeply in thought, you were startled by the sound, once again,</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> of your grand father clock chiming 5:00 PM.  Before you could decipher reality from memory,</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> out stepped your neighbor once again.  Your eyes immediately were drawn to her hand, and</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> sure enough, she was again holding the gun.  Without wasting a second, you burst through the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> screen door and ran with all your might yelling, "No!", as she raised her arm, and again pulled</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> the trigger.  You watched in horror as her four year old  little girl, the second of her three</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> children, fell to the ground.  This could not be happening!  You ran to the lifeless child, and</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> then, feeling enraged, started towards the murderous mother.  She was already closing the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> door behind her.  In desperation, you ran back home and grabbed the phone, to explain a </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>second time to the police the horrible acts of murder your neighbor was committing.  As you</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> pounded the keys on the phone, you prayed a desperate hurried prayer, that this time they</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> would listen.  But they did not.  You ran to the sink in sickness, as the police once again</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> defended the mother's right to choose!  Regaining your senses and hoping to get a sympathetic</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> ear, you called your congressmen.  After carefully explaining to the secretary how urgent it</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> was that you speak to your representative personally, she put you through.  Although he</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> showed slight interest in your story, he seemed much more interested in your vote in the next</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> election.  When you told him you would be voting for the congressmen who works to stop </B></div> <bR> <div> <B> mothers from senselessly killing  their children,  he explained that this issue has come up many</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> times before and that his hands were tied.  With much frustration, you hung up the phone.   You</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> then called the newspapers and the local networks, but could find no one who had interest in</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> your story.  Spiritually devastated, you called your pastor and poured your heart out to him.  He</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> showed you great concern and said he understood.  He said we would work on pressuring our</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> legislators to create new laws, so that mothers won't be able to do this,  but he warned that</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> this had been being disputed for a long time. Their seemed to be very little chance of getting </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>anything changed.  He told you to calm down, trust God, and wait on His will.  "All we can do is</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> keep trying through legal channels.  We just have to watch children die until we can get some</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> laws changed," he said.  Discontent and desperate, you spent a sleepless night in prayer,  not a</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> mealtime prayer, but the kind of prayer that makes your heart ache.  It was the kind of prayer</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> when you can’t help but visualize yourself clinging to the foot of the cross, begging for Gods</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> help and mercy.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>     As the sun came up, you stayed on your knees begging God to stop this mother's hellish</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> quest.  You stayed home from work, that third day, and spent the hours searching the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> Scriptures for answers.  Those hours flew by like minutes, as the clock raced towards 5:00p.m.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>  At 4:00 you were already in your yard, watching the one remaining little girl playing</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> contentedly in her sandbox.  Your heart was filled with compassion, as you watched her</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> pouring sand from one container to another.  You were committed with all  your soul, that this</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> child would not die on this day!  Checking your watch, almost every minute, you waited in</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> agonizing anticipation for the heartless mother to repeat her act of hate.  Your position was</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> just a dozen or so feet to the left, of the neighbors back porch.  As you glanced at your watch to</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> see it was 4:57, you almost literally stopped breathing, as you waited... 4:58, 4:59, and 5:00.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>  The door swung open and out stepped the mother.  She lifted her arm and inserted her bony</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> finger on the trigger of her gun.  You quickly reacted, with precision and accuracy, as you drew</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> your own handgun, aimed carefully for the scull, and fired to save this little girl’s life.  As the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> hammer of your gun crashed bluntly against the iron, all of your unbearable burdens of the past</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> two days rushed free from your soul!  You ran past the mothers bleeding corps and scooped the</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> precious, two year old,  little girl up in your arms.  As you clung to her tightly, you could feel her</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> sweet breath of life on your neck.  You felt an indescribable, overwhelming sense of Godly</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> satisfaction and relief.  As you contemplated the penalties you would face for your act, you</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> knew that death or imprisonment were a small price in comparison to the feeling of this little</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> girl’s gentle heartbeat against your chest.  Her glowing, brown eyes were full of life and</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> innocence.  You thanked God for this life!  Surely, there were other mothers who might be just</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>t as horrible as this one, who lay dead on the porch steps.  To shame, there may be other </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>children being senselessly murdered.  But for this moment, for this child, who, full of life, clung</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> to your neck, you had brought deliverance.  You knew that no price was too high, for the spared</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> life of this precious, two-year-old girl.  You again and again praised your Creator for this life</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> you held so tightly, "Thank you God for this Life!  Thank you God!"</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>                                             gl</B></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="0d44d0c0.gif" border=0 width="589" height="12" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFCC66" FACE="Tahoma" ><B>                                                  </B></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <B>Can We take justice into our own hands?</B></div> <div> <B>Are we only to protest immorality through legal means?</B></div> <div> <B>Should we be protesting immorality at all?</B></div> <div> <B>Should we be trying to change laws, . . . or hearts?</B></div> <div> <B>Would Jesus march in protest on the Capital steps?</B></div> <div> <B>Can we justify one sin with another?</B></div> <div> <B>Is it sin to take a life in direct and immediate defense of another?</B></div> <div> <B>Is abortion the direct taking of a life?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Does this offend you?</B></div> <div> <B>Do you question my stability?</B></div> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#0099FF" FACE="Tahoma" ><B>If you have any comments-</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFCC66" FACE="Tahoma" ><B> </B></FONT><A HREF="id98.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="OffensiveBuletin Board"><U><B>OffensiveBuletin Board</B></U></A></div> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FFCC66" FACE="Tahoma" ><B>                                                          </B></FONT><A HREF="comments.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Contact Us"><U><B>Contact Us</B></U></A></div> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#0099FF" FACE="Tahoma" ><B>To continue, click on-</B></FONT><B>  </B><A HREF="families.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Offensive Words about Families"><U><B>Offensive Words about Families</B></U></A></div> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="0c94d0c0.gif" border=0 width="589" height="12" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>"Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassion's fail not."</B></div> <div> <B>Lamentations 3:22</B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="307dbe70.gif" border=0 width="731" height="487" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>