Our first surprise was right away this morning when the Fed-ex guy brought a box. It was addressed to me and our homeschool. What could it be? I hadn't ordered anything. I opened it up and there was this big certificate that said Megan had won a Silver award for a picture she had submitted to a contest way back in the fall. There was also a necklace (she is wearing it in the picture above) and a nice set of oil pastels. How fun!
Then this afternoon I was cleaning up and found a letter that had come a few days ago to Mara. I had thought it was junk mail and Ken had even written a note on the back of the envelope and then it had gotten placed on the counter while we were gone and busy over the weekend. I came close to just sticking it in the reclining when I happened to think about why Mara might be getting a letter from the National Right to Life. She had written an essay back in February for their essay contest. So I stuck it up on her bed for her to find and open when she got home from work.
Just before supper my parents dropped in. They had been with my youngest sister and her husband (and cute baby boy) to check out a house not far from us (like 1/2 mile). And they like it! And they might get it! Yeah! How fun it would be to have them living close to us. We are praying that it will all work out if it is God's will. It is an old house (Mobile home) on 20 acres. The house would work for now and the land would be great!
When Mara got home I asked her to open the letter and guess what? She had won first place in the Senior division. The letter had a $200 check in it. I am glad I didn't recycle it! That was unexpected and pretty exciting.
Right to Truth
"Seventeen years ago, I was conceived. I was perfect, one cell floating in a sea of amniotic fluid. All my characteristics were written in my genes- my height (tall), eye color (brown), sex (female.) I only needed time. And time I received. By eleven weeks, all my organs functioned. My feet were perfectly shaped, all the little toes intact- yet I was only a few inches tall. So I grew, and at nine months and a week, my mother held me in her arms.
She might have been a singer, a teacher, or a senator. She might have been a sunbeam, brightening every life she touched. We’ll never know, because her life disappeared forever, and with her went her contribution to the world.
Why does our culture murder its children? Some tout family planning, others discomfort. Others say the babies would be neglected, that such a life is better left unlived. The baby is not a person, they claim, only tissue to be discarded at will.
So we educate, showing new and ancient proofs that the baby is indeed fully human, and fully alive. We elect congressmen who will pass laws restricting abortion. When the world knows it’s murder, the horrors will cease.
Or will they? According to the article, “A New Ethic for Medicine and Society,” abortionists know that they are killing a human, yet they do it anyway. Why shouldn’t they? Most don’t believe in any higher power. To them there is no truth. Therefore a human’s value is only relative, not absolute. The only reason they claim a baby is not human is because Americans, while starting to accept their “new” ethic, still hold to the Judeo-Christian knowledge of right and wrong.
This is not just about abortion. If they accomplish their goal, if truth is proven false, then our whole world will be tipped into hell, and nothing will stop them.
Fortunately, there is truth. This truth was created by the Author of Life, God. Without him, nothing makes sense. With him, everything has meaning. It might be possible to believe in truth without its author - I don’t know - but you’d have a hard time explaining it.
Remember that “new ethic” described a couple of paragraphs ago? Well, that’s as ancient as Cain’s murder of his brother. It’s inspired by the same person, too. His name is Satan, and he’d like nothing better than for truth to be abolished.
So what can I do to build a pro-life generation? I can show others that they need the God of the Bible, the author of truth, in their lives. Only when everyone knows him will abortion, with a host of other problems, disappear. And I can pray the translation of my Hebrew name: “Come, Lord Jesus.” We need you."