Mommy, Dearest
This book is a work of fiction, but it is on one of the most important issues facing America today. That is the sanctity of human life. It is certain that human life is not valuable, it is not worthy, to a great many people in our country. This is especially true among many political leaders and others who consider themselves of the "Intelligentsia."
God did not make any subhumans. The most humble person is just as worthy in the sight of God as the person sitting in the halls of power or on the highest seat in some prestigious university. The life from conception, through the toddler years, through the teens, through the early adulthood, middle age and, finally, to old age and frailty--all that life is of equal value to the creator of all life.
This work was written with the intent of expressing in easily-understood terms that a baby is a human being. An old person in the last days is a human being. Each should be treated that way.
In Mommy, Dearest, a minor girl is in an embarrassing situation. Instead of going to her parents, she goes, with the help of a "counselor" in her school, to an abortion place, an institution of murder. Her age is falsified by the conscienceless ones at the baby-killing place. She leaves the filth of the slaughterhouse, but she finds no peace. Many years later, she does marry and tries to have children. After several miscarriages, she does bring a little girl into the world. Within a few years, though, this young mother suffers what a large number of such have faced, and will face: breast cancer. Statistics show that the chance for breast cancer may double from having an abortion before ever bringing a child to birth.
The damage is not just physical. This girl, this young woman, is tortured by visions and by the imagined voice of her aborted baby, of her little girl. Each year, she has a birthday party for the little girl whom she never did see. No one is there, but presents are given out, and they are kept through the years.
It is hoped that no girl, that no woman, will follow the siren song of "freedom" by having her little child ripped from her body. The mother provides the home for her baby. That should be the safest place in the entire world.
The author appreciates this opportunity to present you with this little story and hopes that someone, somewhere, may even run away from the slaughterhouses called "care centers."
My hope is that this pro-life message will be just that, a message to save lives. With more than 3,000 babies torn from their mothers each day, right here in the United States, the Pro-Life word must get out. The people must shout it. The educators must spread the word. The preachers must stand up and be a tremendous force in forever erasing this immense horror from out land. Try to imagine the figure of 55,000,000. That's fifty-five million. That's the approximate number of little babies, from a few days or weeks old to full term, who have been butchered, in a manner that would never be allowed to happen to a dog or a ct. Yes, that's the population of several of our states. It's much larger than the entire population of the state of Texas.
Come out of your closet, you Pro-Life people. Come out. Stand up. Don't be afraid. If you don't save the babies, who will?
God bless all who work to end this slaughter, a slaughter many times as great as the Holocaust in Nazi Germany in the 1940's. The people must cry out. The Pro-Life people MUST rise up. The slaughter, the butchery, the murdering must stop. That is the hope, the prayer, the cause for this work.
May God BLESS AMERICA!
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God did not make any subhumans. The most humble person is just as worthy in the sight of God as the person sitting in the halls of power or on the highest seat in some prestigious university. The life from conception, through the toddler years, through the teens, through the early adulthood, middle age and, finally, to old age and frailty--all that life is of equal value to the creator of all life.
This work was written with the intent of expressing in easily-understood terms that a baby is a human being. An old person in the last days is a human being. Each should be treated that way.
In Mommy, Dearest, a minor girl is in an embarrassing situation. Instead of going to her parents, she goes, with the help of a "counselor" in her school, to an abortion place, an institution of murder. Her age is falsified by the conscienceless ones at the baby-killing place. She leaves the filth of the slaughterhouse, but she finds no peace. Many years later, she does marry and tries to have children. After several miscarriages, she does bring a little girl into the world. Within a few years, though, this young mother suffers what a large number of such have faced, and will face: breast cancer. Statistics show that the chance for breast cancer may double from having an abortion before ever bringing a child to birth.
The damage is not just physical. This girl, this young woman, is tortured by visions and by the imagined voice of her aborted baby, of her little girl. Each year, she has a birthday party for the little girl whom she never did see. No one is there, but presents are given out, and they are kept through the years.
It is hoped that no girl, that no woman, will follow the siren song of "freedom" by having her little child ripped from her body. The mother provides the home for her baby. That should be the safest place in the entire world.
The author appreciates this opportunity to present you with this little story and hopes that someone, somewhere, may even run away from the slaughterhouses called "care centers."
My hope is that this pro-life message will be just that, a message to save lives. With more than 3,000 babies torn from their mothers each day, right here in the United States, the Pro-Life word must get out. The people must shout it. The educators must spread the word. The preachers must stand up and be a tremendous force in forever erasing this immense horror from out land. Try to imagine the figure of 55,000,000. That's fifty-five million. That's the approximate number of little babies, from a few days or weeks old to full term, who have been butchered, in a manner that would never be allowed to happen to a dog or a ct. Yes, that's the population of several of our states. It's much larger than the entire population of the state of Texas.
Come out of your closet, you Pro-Life people. Come out. Stand up. Don't be afraid. If you don't save the babies, who will?
God bless all who work to end this slaughter, a slaughter many times as great as the Holocaust in Nazi Germany in the 1940's. The people must cry out. The Pro-Life people MUST rise up. The slaughter, the butchery, the murdering must stop. That is the hope, the prayer, the cause for this work.
May God BLESS AMERICA!
Mommy, Dearest
This book is a work of fiction, but it is on one of the most important issues facing America today. That is the sanctity of human life. It is certain that human life is not valuable, it is not worthy, to a great many people in our country. This is especially true among many political leaders and others who consider themselves of the "Intelligentsia."
God did not make any subhumans. The most humble person is just as worthy in the sight of God as the person sitting in the halls of power or on the highest seat in some prestigious university. The life from conception, through the toddler years, through the teens, through the early adulthood, middle age and, finally, to old age and frailty--all that life is of equal value to the creator of all life.
This work was written with the intent of expressing in easily-understood terms that a baby is a human being. An old person in the last days is a human being. Each should be treated that way.
In Mommy, Dearest, a minor girl is in an embarrassing situation. Instead of going to her parents, she goes, with the help of a "counselor" in her school, to an abortion place, an institution of murder. Her age is falsified by the conscienceless ones at the baby-killing place. She leaves the filth of the slaughterhouse, but she finds no peace. Many years later, she does marry and tries to have children. After several miscarriages, she does bring a little girl into the world. Within a few years, though, this young mother suffers what a large number of such have faced, and will face: breast cancer. Statistics show that the chance for breast cancer may double from having an abortion before ever bringing a child to birth.
The damage is not just physical. This girl, this young woman, is tortured by visions and by the imagined voice of her aborted baby, of her little girl. Each year, she has a birthday party for the little girl whom she never did see. No one is there, but presents are given out, and they are kept through the years.
It is hoped that no girl, that no woman, will follow the siren song of "freedom" by having her little child ripped from her body. The mother provides the home for her baby. That should be the safest place in the entire world.
The author appreciates this opportunity to present you with this little story and hopes that someone, somewhere, may even run away from the slaughterhouses called "care centers."
My hope is that this pro-life message will be just that, a message to save lives. With more than 3,000 babies torn from their mothers each day, right here in the United States, the Pro-Life word must get out. The people must shout it. The educators must spread the word. The preachers must stand up and be a tremendous force in forever erasing this immense horror from out land. Try to imagine the figure of 55,000,000. That's fifty-five million. That's the approximate number of little babies, from a few days or weeks old to full term, who have been butchered, in a manner that would never be allowed to happen to a dog or a ct. Yes, that's the population of several of our states. It's much larger than the entire population of the state of Texas.
Come out of your closet, you Pro-Life people. Come out. Stand up. Don't be afraid. If you don't save the babies, who will?
God bless all who work to end this slaughter, a slaughter many times as great as the Holocaust in Nazi Germany in the 1940's. The people must cry out. The Pro-Life people MUST rise up. The slaughter, the butchery, the murdering must stop. That is the hope, the prayer, the cause for this work.
May God BLESS AMERICA!
God did not make any subhumans. The most humble person is just as worthy in the sight of God as the person sitting in the halls of power or on the highest seat in some prestigious university. The life from conception, through the toddler years, through the teens, through the early adulthood, middle age and, finally, to old age and frailty--all that life is of equal value to the creator of all life.
This work was written with the intent of expressing in easily-understood terms that a baby is a human being. An old person in the last days is a human being. Each should be treated that way.
In Mommy, Dearest, a minor girl is in an embarrassing situation. Instead of going to her parents, she goes, with the help of a "counselor" in her school, to an abortion place, an institution of murder. Her age is falsified by the conscienceless ones at the baby-killing place. She leaves the filth of the slaughterhouse, but she finds no peace. Many years later, she does marry and tries to have children. After several miscarriages, she does bring a little girl into the world. Within a few years, though, this young mother suffers what a large number of such have faced, and will face: breast cancer. Statistics show that the chance for breast cancer may double from having an abortion before ever bringing a child to birth.
The damage is not just physical. This girl, this young woman, is tortured by visions and by the imagined voice of her aborted baby, of her little girl. Each year, she has a birthday party for the little girl whom she never did see. No one is there, but presents are given out, and they are kept through the years.
It is hoped that no girl, that no woman, will follow the siren song of "freedom" by having her little child ripped from her body. The mother provides the home for her baby. That should be the safest place in the entire world.
The author appreciates this opportunity to present you with this little story and hopes that someone, somewhere, may even run away from the slaughterhouses called "care centers."
My hope is that this pro-life message will be just that, a message to save lives. With more than 3,000 babies torn from their mothers each day, right here in the United States, the Pro-Life word must get out. The people must shout it. The educators must spread the word. The preachers must stand up and be a tremendous force in forever erasing this immense horror from out land. Try to imagine the figure of 55,000,000. That's fifty-five million. That's the approximate number of little babies, from a few days or weeks old to full term, who have been butchered, in a manner that would never be allowed to happen to a dog or a ct. Yes, that's the population of several of our states. It's much larger than the entire population of the state of Texas.
Come out of your closet, you Pro-Life people. Come out. Stand up. Don't be afraid. If you don't save the babies, who will?
God bless all who work to end this slaughter, a slaughter many times as great as the Holocaust in Nazi Germany in the 1940's. The people must cry out. The Pro-Life people MUST rise up. The slaughter, the butchery, the murdering must stop. That is the hope, the prayer, the cause for this work.
May God BLESS AMERICA!
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| BN ID: | 2940149563517 |
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| Publisher: | Aladdin Publishing |
| Publication date: | 02/26/2014 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 445 KB |
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