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?  For 35 years pro-abortion experts have failed to prove that the fetus up to a certain point in pregnancy does not have what is needed for legal protection – personhood – claiming it is acquired at some unknown time later in pregnancy.

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 would have to agree that the “late term” babies Dr. Tiller murdered were human beings and would have lived had he delivered them on the same day he murdered them.  Can you call this anything but murder?  Can you see any difference between Dr. Tiller’s murders and murdering a baby after he or she is born? 

“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 the back door beating on it while hollering more obscenities, and then broke a window, reaching in to unlock the deadbolt.  At that point, the homeowner, who had been on the phone with police the entire time, shot him twice, killing him.

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 of a nearby stone, “Traveler, in this place did Mussah heroically save the life of his friend Nagib.” 

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 an Iraqi who is “faking dead.”  We condemn that marine.  We must or else we feel we are condoning it.  It doesn’t matter that he did nothing wrong.  We saw it.  We saw him kill that man.  We are not supposed to see that happen.  How dare he make it real. 

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, but especially for mom and dad.  Dad was a school teacher and in later years a principal and superintendent of schools.  But the income was meager.  I read one of his teaching contracts from the 1940s; he was paid $600 a year.  They were raised during and lived through the Depression.  And like many others of their generation, they had known hunger and difficult times.  They watched pennies like they were $100 bills.  Everything mattered.  Everything counted.  Nothing was wasted.