Copies of Bella Everywhere

Baby AmZyg, being but a big blubbering baby, is naturally naive, being a Baby's Baby and all.

Naive about why it is taking so long to be jettisoned from her cramped little Roe-v-Wade prison cell; naive about why grown men who put on black robes and sit on high courts become suddenly blinded to the obvious; naive as to why people who kNOW I am real continue to go about their lives as if I am not...

Therefore it is with deepest heartfelt certainty that I recommend to every pro-life sympathizer who ever lived in these Fractured States of America, the following course of action:

Spend an hour at Life Training Institute and become assured at how easy it is to compel your homies/husbands/housemates to care about unseen people like me...

Spend two hours watching Bella or October Baby and become convinced that unseen people like me are just the beginning of a million profound eternal stories...

Then (oh, this part is so easy. I've done it (never) a hundred times myself and am naive enough to believe that you will too):

Spend three hours

visiting your senators and congressmen/women 

gifting them with DVD copies of the above,

convincing them

to ALSO watch Bella, all the while using your wicked new Life Training Institute skilz 

to blow their minds with how blind and stupid they

have (most likely) been these past FORTY FIVE years...

  

- FORTY FIVE YEARS?! FORTY FIVE YEARS??! - 

(BabyAMZYG just gurgled stinging hot tears of consternation. Look*)

These newly reprised senators and congressmen will now be only too eager to press their colleagues on the Senate Judiciary Committee to soundly confirm any and every conservative judge to the Supreme Court of these highly un-united little states of (little-A) america.

And finally, spend four hours on your knees repenting for these lost ones, for our lost generation, for our own petty sins** and for whatever else the Living and Eternal God lays upon our conscience.

Being naive has it's advantages, believing that anything can happen if one prays hard enough. And it usually does.

* number of abortions performed since 1970  is now 45,838,000. 

If you're wondering what those tiny screaming baby sounds are, it's me, begging YWH (God in Hebrew) to PLEASE MAKE RoeWade STOP... and remembering **Deuteronomy 28, where it is not naive to hope for an end to every confounding national curse...

(Thank you, Eduaro Verástegui. Just THANK you.)

Whose CHOICE at the Ballot Box

In the run-up to  June primaries, my heart aches to imagine any voter who might have disconnected the ballot from the unborn child,

or/and who might take a slate mailer into the voting booth.

Never do I cast a vote for candidates who are

"Endorsed by Planned Parenthood Affiliates of... [insert your locale]"

Never do I cast a vote for someone whose campaign website declares support for

"a woman's right to 'choose,' "

 or that declares an undying dedication to "women's health" w/o specifying what "health" means. Tearing an unborn child from the womb is most definitely NOT --though feminists disagree-- a healthy choice.


NEVER NEVER never do I trust a slate mailer. They go straight from the mailbox to the recycle bin.

AND... ALWAYS ALWAYS do I support

 candidates who clearly state

 that Roe -vs- Wade and Doe -vs- Bolton 

were unmitigated disasters for the last two generations. 

"Down with the death-culture!"
they should boldly add.

(... and to female "Pastor S." who graduated from Fuller Seminary not long ago, moved next door, and declared that women don't care about abortion anymore, may I implore you to post-haste check yourself into Rehab

and begin therapy to excise yourself 

out of the giant denial bubble in which you currently live?)

Spoken Word Aptly Spoken
... Dedicated to women everywhere, but especially those at Fuller seminary

January 22, 2018 Like Groundhog Day

It comes every year, an unrelenting reminder that we are STILL not doing enough; another Sanctity of Human Life Day has come and gone. Once again, I woke up that morning and realized everything's still the same all over again.

Why is RoeWade still "legal"? I believe it's because people have too much invested in hiding what they did, or in what they did helping someone else to do.  Ours is a culture of fear and shame.

It's how the Larry Nassars and Harvey Weinsteins of our era (and every era) get away with so much for so long: 

People are so accustomed to looking the other way 

because they do not want to look in the mirror; 

and for sure, 

who wants to stick their heads up?  

Fear rules the day.

But as reliable as ever, James Dobson brings it all in.

His January Letter this year brought a joy to my heart. While Family Life Today ignored the Sanctity observance altogether and Focus On The Family gave it a few days, Dobson's show, MyFamilyTalk, gave it the most air play, and for that I am grateful.


Dobson Airs Rose Garden Address to 45th Annual March For Life

Today's Broadcast


I learned amazing things about D.T. in the above write up, and it occurs to me that the real story behind the new President's pro-life achievements is the untold one:

someone got to him. 

Who was it?

Ronald Regan changed his mind on this matter of all matters also, and now I am wondering who was it for Trump?

What 

unheralded, behind-the-scenes 

Heroes for the Cause of Life 

got the attention of these two 

august* men, 

and when it mattered most, persuaded them to see the light 
of 
reason?

Whomever you are, I hope you know that on this day a tiny zygote in California, USA is praying for God's favor over your lives in ways that will clearly bless all your socks off.

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*au·gust

ôˈɡəst/

adjective

1. respected and impressive.

   "she was in august company"

   synonyms:

   distinguished, eminent, illustrious, prestigious, renowned, celebrated, exalted;

   for our current president, I mean to insinuate only the most arm's length respect allowed under the precedents set by our storied, truly AUGUST Founders of this once even-more-august United States of North America.  (and I didn't especially like Ronald Reagan either, but what did I know...)

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

ProLife Sanity Month

One can reason that shell shock stemming from rash political outcomes of the last year might be enough to keep one from blogging, or, doing anything mildly productive in life, so surreal is the climate and temperment of this nation.

But January is  must-come-up-for-air month in Zygote Land. This month above all others calls on AmZygs everywhere to redouble their will to clutch at any remnant of hope that sanity could return to a nation.


Sanity Training Wheels


Be Winsome Part 1


Be Winsome Part 2


May we all press into the fabric of time and say no to the mundane, trivial and stupid (everything you were planning to watch on tv tonight), and yes to the voices of wisdom, reason, scholarship and obedient stewardship heralded in the links above.

And may the shell shock of this age soon wear off. The stress of every news cycle really wears out the gestational gears around here.

Answering PBS

Scandalized to see porn titles on the lists of Netflix video offerings, Amazon Online and Apple iTunes movies,

me (BabyAmZyg) and my mom (ye olde typist, editor and content scrubber) are reduced to watching old low def YouTube copies of our beloved 90's PBS series,

The Victory Garden,

" izzat low-def enough? "

and it still rings fresh and enticing, just like it did when we were young and younger, despite the fuzzy images, blow-dried hair do's and balloon pleated khaki pants.

Today, as we were watching during soup and crackers, we recalled the many, MANY times we were tempted to donate to a PBS pledge drive, but couldn't after explaining by letter and phone call that, if they would only air Silent Scream and a few Planned Parenthood exposés, we could open wide our wallet and pledge with abandon.

Somehow, they opted to never respond to my letters, and never make any promises during those pledge drive phone-in conversations, though they acted polite and sometimes semi-understanding.

Thus, 

to make the world a more just and open minded place than our ridiculous 

Public Broadcasting System 

has ever tried to be, here, my dear Zygote sympathizers, is the shot heard 'round the world, but when you're done, you're not going to want to watch  The Victory Garden 

 for a good week or more (Baby AmZyg closing eyes now):

VHS/DVDs Available 
American Portrait Films 
Call 1-800-736-4567 
www.amport.com 

The Silent Scream Complete Version - Abortion as Infanticide

DailyAudioBibleDOTcom

If I am not here, I am probably re-listening to today's DailyAudioBible app for the nth time today,  which caught my attention the day this bumper music played at conclusion of a verry convicting  exhortation...

This Brian Hardin at DAB has got my attention unlike any pastor I have ever answered to. My Dear ZygoteHubs has an idea why.

He observed that most pastors are administrators who admonish and teach out of a skill set that is more businesslike and less ruggedly real; more interested in protecting their reputation than in being transparent, and in building a successful business enterprise than in taking the time to relate to the Everyman or the Lowly Man.

This podcaster Hardin is an artist whose analyses come from a humble artist's eye, a ragged life of personal testing that he isn't ashamed to reveal, and he SHOWS you rather than tells you how scripture speaks by drawing pictures in your mind, and strumming the heartstrings of the soul. (And he's right-on orthodox in all the ways that matter, as far as we can tell.)

Artists are taking over the world!


DAB

One Thing You Can Say About Zygotes

You can say one thing about bebe Zygote that's sure: living in the womb these five years has led to a sheltered existence where presidents and peas are always suspect.

She naively dreams in vain of a better world, and persists in doing so out of a sheer zygotish belief that she can will the world into reform just by waiting out the storm.

I recall how our same brave Little One, as a college sophomore, refused to vote for Ronald Reagan for president because she believed that an actor (read "pretender," "entertainer," "charlatan" "poser") could never impart to the sacrosanct Oval Office the dignity it deserved. (And had it been known that Good Wife Nancy consulted astrologers, little Zygote would have probably set her hair on fire, if only she had some.)

But she was proven wrong.  The Bedtime for Bonzo star actually wore a tie to work every day for two terms, earned the respect of most of his critics, and as far as anyone can say, never acted out his sexual fantasies while on the job the way slick willy Billy Clinton did, probably because Reagan was God fearing enough not to have any. But AmZyg always thought him goofy, even though she liked many of his political stands. Especially that one about the sanctity of all unborn human life.

Now, Mr. T may just surprise us all in the same way. Also goofy, at least he is earnest. And if he does succeed, I may have met the reason this morning at a banquet for a charity in Compton. The founder and president of A Thousand Praying Grannies was sitting one table away from me. With a team like that in your corner, you, Mr. Trump, cannot possibly go wrong.

Now, pray Grannies. Pray, pray PRAY and then keep on praying.  And when your knees grow sore, I've got some prayer pillows to sell you.

All aboard,

Tiny AmZyg