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From Sean Forrest's site:

"One of the most amazing photographs that you'll ever see -- is a picture of Samuel, a 21 week old baby boy, whose tiny hand reaches out of the womb and grabs the finger of the surgeon who was operating on him, as if to say, "thanks doc, you did a wonderful job." "

"It should be seen by the WHOLE WORLD. "

"It happened when Dr. Joseph P. Bruner, director of fetal diagnosis and treatment at Vanderbilt University Medical Center was performing a cutting edge procedure on a 21 week old fetus. Bruner and Samuel's parents hope the surgery will alleviate the effects of spina bifida, a disabling birth defect in one or two of every 1,000 babies born. During the procedure, surgeons remove the uterus from the mother, drain the amniotic fluid, perform surgery on the tiny fetus, then put the uterus back inside the mother. The procedure took about an hour. "

"There are no words to describe this incredible photo. If this doesn't set the abortion industry and the pro-choicers back on their ears, then Heaven help us."

For the picture, click here!

Also from his site, the following conundrum:

Two Tough Questions (real thinkers)

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Question 1:

If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have a private and "safe" abortion?



Question 2:

And unmarried woman is pregnant, and her fiancee is very upset because he knows he isn't the father. In her country, she could be thrown in jail or given the death penalty. Would you recommend that she get a secret but "safe" abortion?


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If you counseled the first woman to have an abortion, you just told her to kill Beethoven.

If you counseled the SECOND woman to have an abortion, you just told the Virgin Mary to abort JESUS.

D'you know, abortion, euthenasia, assisted suicide, contraception, and all the rest of this culture of death really boil down to a case of severe selfishness? "The baby's not convenient for ME," "My aging parent is a 'burden' on ME," "Why can't someone help ME to die?," "I don't want MY marriage open to God's plan." Me, me, me. How very remarkable, too, that those who profess the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ are some of the very ones to support these fatal "choices!" Our whole religion, our faith is based - as Paul reminds us - upon the "suffering servant," upon Christ's sacrifice, His giving of Himself even unto death. And yet we? No - it's too much trouble to have a child. We might neglect the child - better kill it instead. We may never be able to afford the child - better never find out. He's lived past his usefulness - better kill him. He's in such suffering, the poor teenager! Better help him die.

Do we even listen to our own supposed excuses? They boil down to one word: "ME." As Julia Roberts said in America's Sweethearts to Catherine Zeta-Jones: "So really...this is all about you." It's not that we're thinking of the other person? It's not that we're giving of ourselves! It's not that we're open to God's plan. We're making judgements of life and death over others, and then protesting the killing of beef cattle for beef! Oh, by all means - we should be good stewards of the earth and all God's creation. But that includes ALL God's creation - including ourselves. What sort of monsters have we become, what disgusting barbarians that we kill those who have never been given a chance, that we view life as some sort of disease to avoid at all cost, that we inject with poison those who are not in their right mind and smother without consultation those whose only crime is to have given US life? Hitler never killed so many as we have these past twenty years. Stalin never killed so many. All the concentration camps in all the world cannot compare to the silent holocost of our pre-born children - much more if we rightfully include those women who were lied to, who were told that abortion was the ONLY option, and who years later HEAR their children scream.

We shudder at the thought that the Greeks pierced their babies' ankles and left them on the rocks to die. For naturally, it is far more humane to kill the child when we can more easily turn a blind eye. My GOD! We live in darkness! We are so far from the light! I am reminded of Gandalf's words to Frodo, something along the lines of: "Do you have the power of life and death? You can take someone's life - but can you give it back to them?" How many women have died due to abortions, and then had their deaths belied by the very "doctors" who performed a double murder? How many of our fathers and mothers have we killed by turning a blind eye to the nurse's pillow, to a tick on her Medicare sheet?

What a world is this when we mourn 9-11, but we are not disgusted by our own acts of terrorism upon those who really ARE our brothers and sisters. One-third of my generation alone has been massacred by their mothers and fathers. And should we continue in this vein, it will not be long before at least one-third of those survivors turn and murder their own mothers and fathers. How many brothers and sister, how many future husbands and wives, how many priests, how many artists, how many scientists, how many great minds and great souls have been prematurely pulled to shreds by the abortionist's scalpel - all for the sake of convenience.

We are committing a slow suicide. With every sanctioned death, with every sanctioned sin made "lawful" although never right, we are coiling the rope for our own demise.

Vanity, vanity. All is vanity.

Perhaps it's time to truly look in the mirror, and see what we have become. We need to wake up, to LIVE, to breathe the free air once more. And will it hurt - oh, yes, the cross is painful. But will it bring new life? Look to dawn on the third day.

Mood: Frustrated, disgusted, furious, saddened, hopeful, livid, resigned, surrendered, prayerful, tired
Music: Mental jukebox: Gladiator the Heavenly Theme
Poem: As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.