"For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light." (2 Corinthians 11:13-14)
"Let not your good be evil spoken of." - Romans 14:16
"Redeeming the times because the days are evil." - Ephesians 5:16
"Abstain from all appearance of evil." 1 Thessalonians 5:22
"The marriage bed is the most degenerating influence in the social order."
-Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood
[Quite the opposite of God's view on the matter: "Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled; but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge." (Hebrews 13:4)
"I cannot refrain from saying that women must come to recognize there is some function of womanhood other than being a child-bearing machine." Maragret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, in What Every Girl Should Know (Max Maisel, Publisher, 1915)
[Jesus said: "Daughters of Jerusalem, weep... for your children. For, behold, the days are coming, in which they shall say, Blessed (happy) are the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the breasts which never gave suck." (Luke 23:24)]
"We are not going to be an organization promoting celibacy or chastity."
-Faye Wattleton, President, Planned Parenthood Federation of America, Los Angeles Times, Oct. 17, 1986
"There are only 2 basic kinds of sex: sex with victims and sex without. Sex with victims is always wrong. Sex without is ALWAYS right."
-You've Changed The Combination, Rocky Mountain Planned Parenthood, Denver, Colo.
"At Planned Parenthood you can also get birth control without the consent or knowledge of your parents. So, if you are 14, 15 or 16 and you come to Planned Parenthood, we won't tell your parents you've been there. We swear we won't tell your parents."
-Planned Parenthood employee lecturing students of Ramona High School, Riverside, Calif., April 21-22, 1986
"The most merciful thing a large family can do for one of its infant members is to kill it."
- Margaret Sanger, in Woman and the New Race
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Barack Obama? And abortion.......
I have never done a political post, per say, but since i am voting in this election, i thought i might....... This isn't entirely random though- its something that, for me, hits quite close to home.
I was saddened when i first heard this story. Barack Obama refused support on a bill that would grant some healthcare to babies this survived a botched abortion. I am surprised, but more saddened than anything.......
And then again, i am not so surprised. Christians have become of the culture. We call ourselves Christians and then shop abercrombie & fitch, curse, throw away our virginity, drink, party, eat at Hooters. God is full of forgiveness, but i think He has rules as well.......
Obama, on the Illinois senate floor, denied that these babies were 'persons'.
A nurse at Christ Hospital in Oak Lawn, Illinois, Jill Stanek, testified in 2000 and 2001 to the United States Congress. She spoke to them about how 'induced labor abortions' were done at Christ Hospital.
"One night, a nursing co-worker was taking an aborted Down's Syndrome baby who was born alive to our Soiled Utility Room because his parents did not want to hold him, and she did not have the time to hold him. I couldn't bear the thought of this suffering child lying alone in a Soiled Utility Room, so I cradled and rocked him for the 45 minutes that he lived."
Matthew 25:41-46 comes to mind-"Then He will also say to those on His left hand, 'depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels: for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; I was a stranger and oyu did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me'. Then they also will answer Him, saying, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?' Then He will answer them, saying, 'Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.' And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."
I was saddened when i first heard this story. Barack Obama refused support on a bill that would grant some healthcare to babies this survived a botched abortion. I am surprised, but more saddened than anything.......
And then again, i am not so surprised. Christians have become of the culture. We call ourselves Christians and then shop abercrombie & fitch, curse, throw away our virginity, drink, party, eat at Hooters. God is full of forgiveness, but i think He has rules as well.......
Obama, on the Illinois senate floor, denied that these babies were 'persons'.
A nurse at Christ Hospital in Oak Lawn, Illinois, Jill Stanek, testified in 2000 and 2001 to the United States Congress. She spoke to them about how 'induced labor abortions' were done at Christ Hospital.
"One night, a nursing co-worker was taking an aborted Down's Syndrome baby who was born alive to our Soiled Utility Room because his parents did not want to hold him, and she did not have the time to hold him. I couldn't bear the thought of this suffering child lying alone in a Soiled Utility Room, so I cradled and rocked him for the 45 minutes that he lived."
Matthew 25:41-46 comes to mind-"Then He will also say to those on His left hand, 'depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels: for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; I was a stranger and oyu did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me'. Then they also will answer Him, saying, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?' Then He will answer them, saying, 'Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.' And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."
When i hear stories like this, i am absolutely crushed. I wish i could show God's love through me to every 'unwanted' child out there. But they are wanted. We just just dont give them the chance to live. Because we are broken, we are sinful, we are fallen. I can only hope and pray that, as a nation, we come to God in our brokeness and seek His redemption.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
I Wanted to Share.......deep thoughts on committment
Something has been bugging me and i wanted to let you all in on it. It is this- the myth of permenant adolesence. When pursuing my RN degree, by counselors, peers, and acquaintances, I am constantly told that I am too young to see pain. Too young to work. Too young to deal with responsibility. This generation is cultivating the ideas of permenant childhood. The idea that until you are thirty-ish, you should not have to think about careers, work, supporting yourself, settling down, or serious relationships- only brief, satisfying flings. You shouldn't have to be responsible.
It seems as though everytime I hear of a 20-26 year old getting married, somebody always objects, pronouncing them to young to get married. Because marriage requires commitment. Commitment that our generation usually doesn't posess or practice. Internet pornography is SO readily available that our generation doesn't even want to commit to ONE partner. Committing to one partner means giving up all of the at hand girls on screen. The ones always readily available for temporary pleasure. So when someone wants get get married at 21, after being in the relationship faithfully and making it work, compromising, it it so bizzare that people react harshly.
The idea that 'you're only a teen once' or 'your only in college once' is one that i am sick of. Yeah, you ARE only in college once. That doesn't mean it is the time to get drunk, rip your clothes off, and 'live' a little. People have varied idea of what 'integrity' means. Look it up in the dictionary and you'll find out what i found out roughly two years ago. Integrity is a oneness. A life of integrity is a life that is consistent. Hopefully, I am the same Person now at this college that I will be in California as well as in Michigan. Hopefully, I can get married an He WILL know that I am the same. Always. Hopefully, I wont be looking at my self 5 years from now looking at wild days. I pray that I can look back on it as a time that I pursued God WHOLEHEARTEDLY, Shared Christ with a PASSION, loved STRONGLY.
NOW is the time we should practice commitment. Not necessarily in a relationship, but definitely in our family, friends, school, and VOLUNTEER! When we have extra time, why in the heck are we playing video games, surfing, and wasting our lives. Jesus said what we did to the least of his people, we did unto HIM. So go volunteer at a soup kitchen, shelter, pregnancy counseling center, anything. Anything for HIS glory (finally I'm figuring out what that phrase means! Those of you closest to me know that I have been hounding you for the answer!) We are the body of Christ. Lets move already and commit ourselves!
It seems as though everytime I hear of a 20-26 year old getting married, somebody always objects, pronouncing them to young to get married. Because marriage requires commitment. Commitment that our generation usually doesn't posess or practice. Internet pornography is SO readily available that our generation doesn't even want to commit to ONE partner. Committing to one partner means giving up all of the at hand girls on screen. The ones always readily available for temporary pleasure. So when someone wants get get married at 21, after being in the relationship faithfully and making it work, compromising, it it so bizzare that people react harshly.
The idea that 'you're only a teen once' or 'your only in college once' is one that i am sick of. Yeah, you ARE only in college once. That doesn't mean it is the time to get drunk, rip your clothes off, and 'live' a little. People have varied idea of what 'integrity' means. Look it up in the dictionary and you'll find out what i found out roughly two years ago. Integrity is a oneness. A life of integrity is a life that is consistent. Hopefully, I am the same Person now at this college that I will be in California as well as in Michigan. Hopefully, I can get married an He WILL know that I am the same. Always. Hopefully, I wont be looking at my self 5 years from now looking at wild days. I pray that I can look back on it as a time that I pursued God WHOLEHEARTEDLY, Shared Christ with a PASSION, loved STRONGLY.
NOW is the time we should practice commitment. Not necessarily in a relationship, but definitely in our family, friends, school, and VOLUNTEER! When we have extra time, why in the heck are we playing video games, surfing, and wasting our lives. Jesus said what we did to the least of his people, we did unto HIM. So go volunteer at a soup kitchen, shelter, pregnancy counseling center, anything. Anything for HIS glory (finally I'm figuring out what that phrase means! Those of you closest to me know that I have been hounding you for the answer!) We are the body of Christ. Lets move already and commit ourselves!
Modern Chivalry
I wanted to share this quote because it inspired me. Here goes:
"Among God's people, we understand that a man is to protect a woman; to protect a woman's honor; to protect a woman's heart; to protect a woman's reputation; sometimes even to protect a womans health, her safety. Guys, that's our job, God gave it to us. Woe unto the man who fails that responsibility."
-Dr. Albert Mohler, President of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, in a message presented at the New Attitude Conference in 2004.
"Among God's people, we understand that a man is to protect a woman; to protect a woman's honor; to protect a woman's heart; to protect a woman's reputation; sometimes even to protect a womans health, her safety. Guys, that's our job, God gave it to us. Woe unto the man who fails that responsibility."
-Dr. Albert Mohler, President of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, in a message presented at the New Attitude Conference in 2004.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The Room: by Joshua Harris
May the beauty of salvation embrace you, may your need for Christ capture you, and may the power of the Cross overwhelm you. For information on the authorship of “The Room” please click here. To download PDF, click here.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the mysterious array of black filing cabinets. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lust,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
By Joshua Harris. Orginally published in New Attitude Magazine © Copyright New Attitude 1995. You have permission to reprint this in any form. We only ask that you include the appropriate copyright byline. To download PDF version, click here.
May the beauty of salvation embrace you, may your need for Christ capture you, and may the power of the Cross overwhelm you. For information on the authorship of “The Room” please click here. To download PDF, click here.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the mysterious array of black filing cabinets. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lust,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
By Joshua Harris. Orginally published in New Attitude Magazine © Copyright New Attitude 1995. You have permission to reprint this in any form. We only ask that you include the appropriate copyright byline. To download PDF version, click here.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Hey i was thinking today and God has really been speaking to me about taking every thought captive, working through it, and then just giving it to Him. In just one week, i will have a bazillion problems, wrestle with them and with the dissapointment, and just hold onto it as though I can fix it. This school year, i am, as are we all, bound to have numerous problems. A goal of mine is to get in the habit of sorting through a problem, and then just giving it to Him. I want to make this a habit and a natural reaction to everything in my life. God Bless you guys!
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