Posts Tagged ‘Death’

Abortion – call it what it is

  Killing a fellow human being is not new to us.  We already accept killing in war, capital punishment and self-defense.  Society has made a distinction between murder and killing. So, if we already accept killing a fellow human being, why do we soothe our conscience trying to prove abortion is not murder or killing?  […]

Dr. Tiller – the murderer is murdered

Dr. George Tiller was shot and killed last week while serving as an usher in his church.  Is this a fitting end for the man who performed over 60,000 abortions and arrogantly performed “late term” abortions?  Even those who support abortion early in pregnancy by arguing that the fetus is not yet a human being […]

“Make my day” gun laws

Guns are back in the news, or perhaps more correctly, still in the news, this time in Colorado.  A 22-year-old man drove home with a blood alcohol of 0.26, three times the legal limit.  He drove to the wrong house, beat on the front door hollering obscenities when he could not get in, went to […]

Sand and stone – NEW YEAR’S

There is a story about two merchants in ancient Persia, Mussah and Nagib.  They were traveling together in a caravan and one evening set up camp near a river’s edge.  Nagib accidentally fell into the river and Mussah, without hesitation, jumped in and saved his friend.  Nagib immediately had his servant carve on the face […]

We ask them to kill – VETERAN’S DAY

We ask our military to do the unspeakable, the unthinkable.  We ask them to kill fellow human beings.  We ask of them what we are unable to ask of ourselves. Moreover, we do not want to see or know what they do.  We are appalled when we see a television image of a marine killing […]

A thank-you to mom for all she did – MOTHER’S DAY

The Sunday is Mother’s Day.   I would like to remember my mom, the woman dad often referred to as ‘Mother,’ rather than by her name, Alice.  He used the term ‘Mother’ when he was referring to her with admiration and respect.     Recalling my childhood, I can now appreciate how difficult those years were for us, […]