The Right To Life

I recently came across this picture on the internet and I have to tell you, it completely blew me away! I really thought it was a fake. Of course I had to Google it to be certain and sure enough it is an aborted fetus.

This got me thinking about abortion and the whole right to life issue. Since 1973 when the Supreme Court in a landmark decision on abortion established the 24th week of pregnancy as the point of ‘fetal viability’, which is the point at which a baby can survive outside the uterus.

For years I thought myself to be ‘pro-choice’ on abortion because I believed that a woman should have the right to choose abortion if she so desired. After all it’s her body, her uterus, so it should be her choice. Now that I’m older I find that I no longer believe in abortion, although I still believe strongly in women’s health, welfare and equality issues, and believe  pregnancy presents a danger to the mother’s well-being no matter how many weeks along she is.

Even as some states, most recently Arizona, have passed tough new abortion laws lowering the time limitation for legal abortion from 24 to 20 weeks, I truly believe this picture and others like it make a compelling case against abortion and the concept of ‘fetal viability’. If nothing else the pics certainly make a case for lowering the 24 week limit on abortion to even lower than 20 weeks, perhaps to the first 9 to 12 weeks.

Who are we to believe that we have the right to determine whether a developing fetus is a living human being or whether a human life begins at conception or some later stage of development? Who are we to say that a human fetus is not truly ‘alive’ until it can exist on it’s own outside the mother’s body? Until then a fetus is not alive? A fetus is simply a mass of cells? I don’t think so. How can we dare to say that just because a fetus is totally dependent on a woman’s body to survive and resides inside her body and is, for a time, an actual part of her body, it is not an individual life? What gives us the right to make these determinations? Have some of us evolved into all-knowing, God-like beings who can make these life decisions? I think not.

If you believe in God as our Creator and the miracle of conception and birth, then you have to believe that a developing fetus has the potential to develop into a living human being and that potential gives them the right to life. Ultimately the decision on abortion is a matter of conscience and although we are all entitled to an opinion, that decision should not be made by you, me, society as a whole or even the Supreme Court. The choice belongs only to pregnant women and the decision should be based on women’s personal beliefs, morality, and circumstances. But remember abortion is not a form of contraception! If a woman doesn’t want to get pregnant she should use one of several contraceptive devices that are readily available and not use abortion as plan B.  We can only hope and pray that they  make the choice that is right for them and the unborn child.

Just Saying…


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Throwback Thursday: “Life’s a Bitch, Just Part of the Trip” 2011


Okay, let’s face it, what they say (whoever they are) is true,  Life’s  a Bitch!  That’s right, a certified bitch, a truly difficult and unpleasant situation. Each and everyday we’re out there trying to make our way, trying to do the right thing, making every effort to be good little humans, then pow, right between the eyes, we’re hit with some situation, issue or event that touches us in some profound way and greatly impacts the way we choose to live our lives.

 These sometimes tragic and unexpected events cause us to react, and remain with us long after they’ve occurred, slowly eating away at our psyche, causing us to question our long held beliefs and attitudes, and sometimes even the very existence of God! For certainly misfortune and disasters weaken us and break our spirit. We become troubled and can’t understand how God can let them happen. Why should He want to destroy His own creation? Why does he suddenly steal the life of a loved one? How can He allow man to destroy man? What kind of God permits these things?

We question and ponder things for hours on end, and in those moments of darkness and despair as we drown in a pool of anger and confusion, a battle rages within us as our rational mind tries desperately to convince our hearts that there is no God! But our hearts know otherwise, and even as we seek to deny Him, we plead with Him to explain His actions. We question His motives and plead to know why, and still no answers come.

 We’ve all been there. We’ve all had reason to blame God for tragedy in our personal lives. Most of us, after much soul searching, manage to pull through and move on towards acceptance. Though painful, we pull through. Sadly there are a few who can never stop blaming God for their loss. They never find it in their hearts to forgive, and go through life questioning God’s motives and searching for the answers to the whys of life.

It’s been called many things, fate, chance, destiny, karma, serendipity and predestination. I choose to call it God’s Plan. His plan for us has purpose and is designed to lead us closer to wisdom, understanding and eternal Life.

It is my belief that each of us has our own personal gateway to eternity.  This gate and the road leading up to it are ours alone. No two people travel the same road or enter by the same gate. The experiences we have on our journey , good or bad, are all part of our quest for truth and purpose. They are ours to interpret , ours to chew up, digest and grow from. I believe that God has given us a free will which allows us to make our own choices and grow at our own rate. If we learn nothing and fail to grow from a particular experience, the road to our gate becomes longer and less accessible. On the other hand if we learn a lesson from the experience and grow in wisdom, our gate gets a little closer and our road a little smoother.

It’s not just about the journey, it’s what we learn from it that matters…

 It’s all just a part of the trip, our trip…

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When I Grow Up

Like most boys of my era I first wanted to be a fireman. They rode around on these cool trucks, and got to sleep-over with their fireman friends, and everybody liked them! Who wouldn’t want a job like that?  They fought fires, saved lives and occasionally rescued a cat or a kid from a tree. They were our local heroes! I had an authentic red plastic fire helmet, rubber boots, a slicker and a badge. I even had this really cool peddle power, red pick and ladder fire truck with working ladders! My friend Bobby also had one. We’d tear up the street in our trucks answering calls and saving lives. Nothing could be better than being a fireman until a few years later when we all wanted to be Astronauts.

It was the 50’s and the Space Race between America and Russia was going full bore. There was always something in the news. Yeah Bobby and I were going to be astronauts, we had space helmets and we were going to be the first American’s to go to Mars. He and I used to sit out in his backyard and watch the night sky for orbiting space capsules and UFO’s. One summer we even built our own rocket ship and space capsule and lived in it. Well we didn’t actually live in it but we did spend a lot of time in it especially in the early evening. We even used to spend the night in it on occasion. There was no doubt we were going to be astronauts when we grew up, space travelers.

Well that dream lasted the rest of the summer then changed again. In the late 50’s and early 60’s it seems that every TV channel had at least one cowboy series and they were all great shows. Needless to say I wanted to be a cowboy when I grew. I wanted to be just like Maverick, Pallidin and the Lawman. My friends and I spent a lot of hours playing cowboys, we swore a pack that one day we would be a gang of good guy gunslingers, saving lives, stopping bad guys and making the West a safer place for everyone. By the time we were ten or so the great cowboy dream began a slow fade as we got into our Army man phase.

All of our dad’s had served in WWII and/or Korea. John Wayne war movies and the new WWII weekly TV series Combat was taking the public by storm. We all wanted to be soldiers and again promised one another that when we turned 18 we would all enlist in the Army. We spent countless hours in the empty field behind my house playing Army. There was the red army and the blue army. We dug trenches and foxholes, built forts and masterminded invasions against one another and blew up imaginary enemies.

My dad had given me one of his helmets, a canteen and utility belt to use and some of the other guys had stuff from their dads as well. We had a blast! But as we approached our teens BB guns and ammo belts did a quick fade as the shadow of the VietNam War spread across the land. No longer did we dream of fighting and war. Besides we were discovering girls and just like that a host of new career dreams opened up to us.

Truth be told I had pretty much decided that I would follow in my dad’s footsteps and be a truck driver when I grew up. I loved driving and I’d long been told to get into something you enjoy doing. Of course, my mom wouldn’t hear of it. She wanted me to be a lawyer and kept pushing me in that direction. If that didn’t interest me she’d say, I could be a dentist. But neither profession really interested me, and I knew even then that I’d never be a dentist or lawyer. I didn’t really have a clue what I would one day be. If someone had suggested back then that I would one day have a career as a teacher and then a counselor, I would have died laughing. Me a teacher? No way! No how! But that’s exactly what happened. In my case it just took a whole lot longer.

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