Enough, Planned Parenthood

CIVILITY IS AN OLD NOTION THAT MUST BE BUILT STONE UPON STONE,
BRICK BY BRICK, FROM THE GROUND UP,
EACH PRECEDING GENERATION HONORING THE NEXT,
 BY PRESERVING THE SOUNDNESS OF THE FOUNDATIONS
AND THE INTEGRITY OF THE ARCHITECTS

The purpose of Planned Parenthood is preposterous.

Telling women they will be better parents if they design children around a career sounds so erudite. Sound's so 21st century; so independent of the constraints of reality, of real life.

I am afraid, however,  no such performance improvement correlation exists. A jobless mom can be every bit as good a mother as a fully employed millionaire Marissa Mayer, probably better; because income level does not predict for outcomes of genuine love and integrity toward a child, no matter what mindless soap-operas tell you; and though the clothes will be second-hand rather than couture, a child can know security from a parent's devotion, not from the status of said parent, or the dollars spent on diaper wraps.


         A child learns integrity not from his surroundings, but from a parent's prayerful practice of selflessness. From a parent's daily cries to heaven for patient leading, provision and wisdom; from the intersection of hope and trust: Hope in G-d, not in a bank account; trust in Holy Promises, not in     parental hubris, pride or good breeding.            


As if this band of renegades wasn't ridiculous enough, now they've proven themselves capable of the worst human conduct. The dismantling (evil enough) and selling of human bodies, tiny though they are, (both) for financial gain, AGAIN proving that possession of money and possession of integrity do not absolutely go hand in hand.

Why they were ever allowed to take money in exchange for destroying a SINGLE tiny fellow Zygote is beyond me; and in eternity, pro abortion MEMBERS OF CONGRESS will all be called to answer.

So, Dear Gd, arrest and prosecute those who steal, kill and destroy*, even as we understand that they were merely misled by the follies of fantastical good intentions and a whoring American Medical Association; by their highly soap-operatic mission statements (and permission from Congress, and Popular Culture's approval...):

... to convince the world that income levels produce better people.


Sorry my dears. I do pray and hope you might soon grow up and out of your Sangeresque mythologies. A few months in stripes and a few chapters into a Prison-Fellowship-provided RECOVERY BIBLE  may do the trick.


All my compassionate understanding,

~ ~ Baby Zyg


(PS:

Dear Congress, 

What   is   t a k i n g   s o   y o u   l o n g?  

The good intentioned women at Planned Parenthood are waiting for their much delayed instruction in civility and polite society...  Now,  please be compassionate, grace filled and gentle, as they're still not sure of what they did wrong. 

Do let them know that some of us have been praying for them at least thirty five years. En utero of course.  And avoiding all hair and skincare products containing collagen from sources other than animal, stated or otherwise...)

*And while you're at it, give yourselves zeroed out paychecks for allowing AND funding child killing these past long 45 years, because you, who are called to represent and lead the rest of us,  YOU ABOVE ALL PEOPLE, should've known better.

I wouldn't watch this...

Levatino Means Buoy

Levatino, Anthony.

A buoy.

That which is

Levitated above the

Double Speak liars who are

Naral,

Planned Parenthood,

Family Planning Associates,

and umpteen other 

Death for Profit Centers

that populate 

once sacred ground.

Best Zygote Hope Since Nathanson

His Excellent Delivery at Congressional Hearing

Thank you, sir,

For only dreamed of integrity 

That

We,

The voiceless

Have waited our whole

Gestation

To hear.

STRIVE

When madness descends
Zygote's can't flee, only
Beg Holy Hallowedness
Defend her hollowed space

Safely;

When harvested parts truth finally abounds
And old Rushdoony's long last proved right,
She can hope this beam of heav'n might pierce
Old dark lies out of being, but

night

Has pushed it's hard edges and habits
Onto this rare light of day, leaving our heroes
Again, spare and mute,
Though shouting and pounding

away...

I'll stick to my hiding place, thank you.
My zygotish thinking holds sway
That it's still just not safe for my accosted self
To yet yearn for the hoped for

birthday.

4.28.15

[ Calendar log taped to the headboard. Learned
how unfaithful I am at daily intercession ]

For this day I've knelt since January;
For a team of legal minds
Called upon to sweat and bleed and
Sow unearthly wisdom
So that rows of black and
White Truth
Might emerge for
Harvest time this June.

Their purpose was
Unthinkable a
Few short seasons ago; so,

Besides tough mental prep, scouring
Briefs and sparring
States of mind,
Research, counsel, and divine epiphanies
Beyond mere common sense,
They stand down scorn and threats of scorn
The likes of which few men have ever known.

Might there be anyone on earth
So prepared to Stand
Up to such an ever widened gap,

Against so enormous a foe as
Everyone Else in The World
of
Man birthed power?
Who are these few who hold the destiny of
An entire nation within the folds of
Accordioned case boxes?
And
Where does your courage come from?

Whomever you are, know we're glad it's you
Instead of us who wither
At the smallest hint of hate.

[ Huzzah to Bursch and Whalen ]

Armanian Yield

My Dear, Dear Armenian,
Instead of mania after 100 long years since injustice meted out your bitter dispersal, instead of remaining a bitter, abused people, instead of outcry and just demands,

imagine with me, a different scenario:

Imagine that, after enduring horrific atrocities mercilessly inflicted and then ignored by all the world, teams of God invested and God fearing Armenian survivors determined to lock arms with the entire world in an unusual display of concerted obedience, setting up prayer pods aimed to intercede for the nation of Turkey; purposing to heal by means of something hitherto unheard of (unless you sit alert and attentive in a Christian church every Sabbath Day); a long term method of praying for those who persecute you which finds comfort in actually blessing those who despitefully use you.

Imagine, without so much as an uttered word about harm done and trauma suffered (and nothing about genocide, because that iron word hadn't yet been invented), a new idea sprang up from the dirt and dust of heartbreak and despair in 1915.

Imagine some unprecedented pursuit bent on a 100 year long strategy to counter hate and bile and anger.  Imagine ignoring the passionate need for retribution that we all suffer from when we can taste nothing but the hoped for flavor of justice exacted right before our eyes, and instead, dying to all that out of obedience to scripture?

Let's say this drive to dismantle these demons of fallen men and angels became an orchestrated response through the setting up of merely ONE prayer pod in every nation of the world, wherever Armenians find themselves, organized to meet weekly, albeit weakly, and to replenish its members every few months so that it would spread; and before long, every city in every nation had one. Prayers for the government of Turkey would be multiplied.

Let's say this effort went off silently, pacing itself week by week, month by month, until years passed, and then slowly, imperceptibly, the Church, The Body of Christ, began to take note ... and

BAM. Organic change: a generosity of spirit manifested by these holy saints leaks out onto the heart of Christianity across all cultures, nations, and denominations. Then,

suddenly, after 100 dutiful years had elapsed, all the world has unknowingly been schooled by the power of the long since animated Holy Spirit who is quickened by such an inordinate, uncommon and truly unheard-of determination to remain obedient to the Word of God.

History would be changed. Turkey would have been changed. This world we now face would not be as it is and Western Christianity would not, I daresay, be a hedonistic exercise in entitlement and material acquisition. 

Rather,

all the world would clearly see The Way to Christ through a humble preference to love one's enemy. The example set by the persecuted among us would have given all of us new eyes for what genuine forgiveness looks like. And genuine repentance. And genuine everything.

And I would be changed. Instead of licking my wounds and clinging so much to my victim status, I would realize a larger purpose for my pain.

AmZyg might be a cheery puddle of sunshine, not the Eeyore cave she so delights in. Her DnA would refract different hues altogether.

And therein lies my dream.  To at last see offenses as if they were committed against God himself, instead of against me. For He is where my final justice comes from. I can be certain that, as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, a just God will have his day.

I, and you, too, little AmZyg, must stop forever taking offenses personally. Sin, ALL sin, is an offense against the Almighty. Not you.

So get over yourself?

Thus is the essence of our PRO-Life ideal.

To WAIT for the justice we know is coming, even if it takes 100 years. or 1,000.

Times ten.

And to hope, meanwhile, for our enemies to see The Living Christ through our longsuffering, and embrace Him.

"With God, there is no injustice..." 

~ Jehoshaphat in II Chronicles 19:7

(i.e., He will see to the job of avenging the weak. In due time, He will do it. 

It is not our job to exact it ourselves.)

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