Degrees of Outrage #10

It’s winter and the news networks are running around with their hair on fire reporting that it’s snowing.  Days after the Grammys millions of people have finally realized that Kanye West is an idiot.  Our President is calling climate change a bigger threat than ISIS.  I look around and wonder if anyone is still sane; knowing that I can’t be counted as one of the sane ones.  It seems that just about everybody is mad about something but very few of us are willing to do anything about it.

In my country,where over 3,000 innocent children are murdered every day under the socialist Utopian myth of a woman’s right to choose to have her baby killed, most of my fellow Americans live their lives oblivious to the slaughter.  Most of them know that the abortion industry is big business in America, but choose to do nothing to protect unborn children.  They can tell you how many inches of snow will be falling in Boston tomorrow and they know exactly what Kanye West said after the Grammys, but ask them what their opinion is on the legal killing of innocent children, and most of them have none.

Imagine ISIS beheading another human being every 26 seconds. That’s over a million human beings having their lives violently cut short every year.  The entire world would be mobilized against them.  Planned Parenthood and America’s abortion industry kills that many innocent children every year, and in the process receives over half a billion dollars from the U.S. taxpayers.  Liberal politicians and parasitic organizations like NARAL and the NAF fight to make it easier to kill your child, and far too many of us aren’t interested.  Many of us choose to look the other way in the face of evil, in the hope that someone else will do what has to be done.

We’re happy to feign outrage over Kanye’s latest show of cranial rectal insertion, but when it comes to standing up for a righteous cause, count most of us out.  We’ve come to expect no consequences for our actions, while failing to recognize the consequences of our inaction.  We see our individual wants and needs as more important than saving the life of someone we don’t know.  As a society we’ve fallen into the mentality of me, me, me.  If it doesn’t affect me, it’s not important.  I contend that all of us are affected by every innocent life that is cut short.

When it comes right down to it, all we have is each other as we spin around a mediocre star on a tiny blue planet in the midst of an endless universe.  We have a moral obligation to protect one another and to look out for the weakest among us.  At one point, we were all unborn children.  We were allowed to be born and were never guaranteed happiness and success; but we were given our chance.  In a world where there is far too much anger, we need to look at the big picture.  If we feel we have to be mad about something, let’s channel our anger into good works and work to make the tiny planet earth a better place for everyone.


My Best Friend #2

As I write this on a Sunday afternoon, my best friend, my grandson, is sleeping just feet away.  My daughter dropped him off this morning so he could play outside with Pop Pop.  We ran until we could run no more, we cut a tree down together, and then we shared a lunch of pizza and apples.  Five years ago I never would have imagined that my first grandson, yet to be born, would end up being the best friend I have ever had.  He is my inspiration to work for the pro-life movement, and every minute I get to spend with him and his little brother reminds me of how miraculous every human life is.

Over 3,000 of his peers will die tomorrow in America’s abortion mills.  They are the friends he will never meet and the innocent victims of a society that chooses the path of least resistance over the sanctity of every human life.  Since he was born nearly 4 years ago, about 4 million unborn children have been denied their Right to life in America.  When we exercise our free will to end a human life before it can even be born, we accept the consequences of our actions.  My belief is that we can’t begin to comprehend the consequences of allowing tens of millions of our innocent children to be killed by Planned Parenthood and America’s abortion industry over the last 40 years.  I also believe that anyone aware of the thousands of abortions performed every day and not working to end the killing, is offering their endorsement of the practice.

I’m sure that my best friend will become the best friend of countless others over what I hope is a long and happy life.  I hope to still be around when his children are welcomed to the world and I hope to instill the values in him that I try to live my life by.  Everyone needs a best friend, and every child that dies today in an abortion clinic was destined to be someone’s best friend.  Neither of my grandsons are guaranteed to be happy or successful, but they will both have the chance to make the most of the gift of life they were given.  That’s all any of us can hope for; an opportunity to do good works during the time we’ve been given.

I’m haunted by visions of the seemingly endless stream of dead babies churned out every day by the abortion industry, and I’m committed to leaving my grandsons a world that no longer allows its unborn children to be killed.  I refuse to do nothing as Planned Parenthood and its cronies peddle their industry of death, while they make billions from the pain and suffering of innocent children.

Your best friend should be someone you can always count on, no matter what.  My best friend will always be able to count on me to do everything in my power to protect him and every other child.  That’s what friends do.