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Abortion?

 

Is it really an option?

 
The topic I will be discussing is controversial,

 yet there is only  ONE  opinion that truly matters.

That,

is the opinion of God,

in whom we will give account to one day,

 for all we do.
 
 
Someone sent this to me, and I thought this was really good, so I am sharing it with you.
 
 
Would you consider abortion in the following 4 situations?
1. There's a preacher and wife who are very, very poor. They already
have 14 children. Now she finds out she's pregnant with their 15th!
They're living in tremendous poverty. Considering their poverty and the
excessive world population, would you recommend she get an abortion?
 
2. The father is sick with sniffles, the mother has TB. They have 4
children. The first child is blind, the second is dead. The 3rd child is
deaf, the fourth has TB. She finds she's pregnant again. Given the
extreme situation, would you consider recommending abortion?
3. A white man raped a 13-year-old black girl and she got pregnant.
If you were her parents, would you consider recommending abortion?
4. A teenage girl is pregnant. She's not married. Her fiancé is not the
father of the baby, and he's very upset. Would you consider recommending
abortion?
 
If you recommended abortion in any of the 4 situations... In the first
case, you have just killed John Wesley, one of the great evangelists of
the 19th century. In the second case, you have just killed Ludwig Von
Beethoven, one of the most famous musical composers of all time. (He
also became deaf at an early age) In the third case, you have just
killed Ethel Waters, one of the nation's leading gospel singers. In the
fourth case, you have just killed Jesus Christ.
 
Does this speak to your heart?
What is God's opinion? God gave us the ten commandments did He not? One of the ten, thou shalt not kill!
How do I know, God sees abortion as a murder? Read:Psalms139; 13-16: For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
14-I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15- My substance was not hid from the, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16-Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
Also read: Jeremiah 1:5-Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto nations.
 
These verses tell us, that when the only thing we were, was substance, God knew us. Who we would be, the color of our eyes, hair, even our successes.
Does this prove we are a life, being killed?
yes, it does. If we take this life, we are taking something God had plans for.
This Life, God sees of value and worth, or He would not have allowed the conception. God doesn't look down from heaven and say"ooops, I made a mistake, I should not have let that baby be conceived.God does not make mistakes. Everything has a purpose and every child conceived, has a purpose.
Wasted Plan
by:Theresa Carle
 
 
 
In a dreary cold dark clinic, a young girl, gives her son's life;
At the hands of a cold-hearted Doctor, who was very skilled, with his knife;
Up in heaven, Jesus pulls him up and gathers every part;
of this poor discarded figure, that broke my Savior's heart;
 
As He looked upon this figure, in the palm of His hand;
He cries, out to the Father, Oh Father, what a wasted plan;
Father, please forgive her, for you see she did not know;
Just what this boy would someday be, if he had the chance to grow;
 
Jesus' hand covers the figure, and draws his soul from him;
then He gave him a whole new body, which was lying next to Him;
As the boy begins to wake, he sees Jesus sitting there;
He said , why are you crying? Jesus replied, they just don't care;
 
You see son, my people, do not even seek my will;
they think that they don't need me, and it's no longer a sin to kill;
they have forgotten, why I died, and the pain of that old cross;
human life, is nothing now, to most, it's no big lose;
 
He pulled open Jesus' hand, to see what was inside;
then he asked "what is that?" Jesus, said ,"that's why I died;
As the boy pondered this thought, another question came to mind;
"But Jesus, it don't look like much, why would you die for this?" the boy replied;
 
Jesus smile at the innocence, of this dear sweet child, then he drew him to his side;
With eyes filled with wonder, the boy waited for His reply;
What I have in my hand, Jesus then said, is the fallen hearts of man;
They have all forgotten, each new life is in my own plan;
 
Then Jesus took him by the hand, casting away this wasted plan;
As they walked, Jesus told him, boy you were going to be a great man;
The boy looked up to Jesus, and asked" what happened to my chance";
Jesus answered, "someone took it, he gave the boy a glance;
 
Jesus knew this child would hurt inside, if he was to tell him more;
so he told him all he needed to know , then lead him threw a large door;
Now my son, you can run and play, do not worry ,I am here with you;
The boy was filled with joy to see, so much in heaven to do;
 
He never questioned anymore, the things he did not know;
for he knew this man named Jesus, truly loved him so;
Happy with the answers, Jesus gave him that first day;
The boy never knew why he had died, nor the horrifying way;
 
He never knew his mother, had forsaken him;
he never knew, what Jesus meant, about what he would have been;
He never knew, what took place, in the clinic on that day;
He never knew, in Jesus' hands, the Doctors threw away;
 
You may ask, "why didn't Jesus tell him, the terrible thing his mother did?"
Jesus, already forgave her, her sin was by Jesus' blood hid;
why cause someone pain, and bitterness inside?;
It was for this very reason, on the cross, my savior died;
 
A letter from Heaven
 
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I just wanted to let you know that I am doing fine. Jesus is taking really good care of me up here. The day I got here, Jesus held me in the palm of his hand. With tears in his eyes, he pulled me close to his chest as if to tell me, I love you! Jesus has answered a lot of questions for me since I have been here. I know you thought you had no choice to make when you decided that abortion was the only answer. Jesus told me that you're really sorry that you made that choice now. I would have been a great child. I would have tried to help you out and stay out of your way. I would have been really quite, so I would not have bothered you. I know you could have loved me, but Mom and Dad, Jesus is a really great Father. He takes time to talk to me and play with me. I'm really lucky to be here. I asked Jesus if you would be here with us soon to meet me. He said you haven't chosen yet if you will be going to Heaven or Hell, but he sure hopes that you choose his salvation plan and so do I. I forgive you for aborting me. Jesus calls it murder, but he said if you would just ask, he would forgive you too and you could meet me in Heaven. You will be able to see what a great child I really am. Well, I have to go now. Jesus wants to play ball with me. I love you.See you soon, I hope.
Love, your son,
John
By: Theresa Carle
 
A letter from Heaven
 
Dear Mommy,
I just wanted to let you know I'm having lots of fun here in Heaven. I know we were never able to get to know each other, but the time I spent in your tummy, I felt especially close to you in more ways then one. When you got heart burn, I felt really sorry for you. Those times that I kicked you, I hope it didn't hurt. Mommy, I can't help wonder what I did that was so bad that you let that doctor hurt me like he did? Why did you let him tear my body apart like that. Well, Jesus put me all back together and I am doing fine now. I can even play ball and run around now. I really never wanted to hurt you. Some how I never really knew you, but I still loved you. I hope I will get to see you one day and tell you that I love you even after what you did to me. Jesus said that even though what you did to me was murder, that if you would just ask him to forgive you for your sin, he will and you can come here to meet me. I would really like for you to see that I am not a bad boy and I was alive when you did that to me. Jesus had great plans for our lives, but you will not get the chance now to see what they were. I know you would have liked me if you would have given me a chance. Well, I am going to play ball with Jesus now. I hope I will get the chance to see you soon!
Love, Baby
John
By: Theresa Carle
 
Tiny Tim
By Sharon Dunsmore
It was a relatively calm day in my hospital's NICU (Neonatal IntensiveCareUnit). Two other nurses and I were trying to have a conversation amid the customary sounds of ventilators and heart monitors. I was in mid-sentence when the shrill ring of the red emergency phone halted all conversation."Come fast," the voice said urgently. "We need a neonatal nurse stat!
 
"Fear gripped my heart as I ran into the delivery room. Instantly, I knew the situation was critical."What's happening here?" I asked. "It's an 'oops abortion,' and now it's your problem!" responded one of the nurses. For us, an "oops abortion" meant the mother's due date was miscalculated, and the fetus survived the abortion procedure.
 
A pediatrician was called to the scene. He ran by me with the fetus (now called a baby) in his hand and yelled in my direction, indicating he wanted me to follow him into the resuscitation room adjoining the delivery room. I looked into the bed of the warmer as I grabbed equipment. Before my eyes was a baby boy. A very, very tiny baby boy. The doctor and I immediately made an attempt at intubation (inserting a tube down the trachea from the mouth or nose of the infant to the tip of the lungs to ventilate, expand and oxygenate them). The doctor's effort at intubation failed, which further traumatized the baby. I glanced at the doctor and hesitantly asked, "Will you attempt intubation again?" "You've got to be kidding," he replied. "It would be inhumane to
attempt to intubate this poor little thing again. This infant will never survive." "No, Doctor, I'm not kidding," I said, "and it's my job
to ask."
 
The doctor softened for a moment. "I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm just angry. The mother doesn't want the inconvenience of a baby, so she comes to the hospital so she can pay somebody to get rid of it-all neat and tidy. Then the whole thing gets messed up when the fetus has the audacity to survive. Then everybody takes it seriously, and they call the pediatrician, who's supposed to fix it or get rid of it." With anger in his voice, he went on, "Some lawyers will fight for the right to do whatever we want to our bodies, but watch out for what they will do when these abortions aren't so neat and tidy! A failed homicide-and oops! Then all of a sudden everybody cares, and it's turned from a 'right' into a 'liability' that someone is blamed for!"
 
We looked at our pathetic little patient. He was lying in the fetal position in the wrong environment, trying to get air into under developed lungs that couldn't do the job.
 
In a calmer voice, the doctor said, "Okay, Nurse,I'm going back to the office. Keep him comfortable and let me know when it's over. I'm sorry about this. Call me if you need me. I know this is a hard one. If it helps, please know it's tough for me, too. "Holding the baby's hand, I watched the doctor retreat and then glanced back at the infant before me. He was gasping for
air. "Lord, help!" I prayed. Almost instinctively, I took the baby's vitals. His temperature was dangerously low. I pushed the
warmer settings as high as they could go. Hisheart rate was about 180-200 beats per minute. I could count the beats by watching his little chest pulsate.
 
I settled down a bit and began to focus on this tiny little person. He had no name, so I gave him one. Suddenly, I found myself speaking to the baby. "Tiny Tim, who are you? I am so sorry you weren't wanted. It's not your fault. "I placed my little finger in his hand, and he grasped it. As I watched him closely, I marveled that all the minute parts of a beautiful baby were present and functioning in spite of the onslaught. I touched his toes and discovered he was ticklish! He had a long torso and long legs. I wondered if he would have become a baseball player. Perhaps he would have been a teacher or doctor.
 
Emotions swept over me as I thought of my friends who had been waiting and praying for years for a baby to adopt. I spoke aloud once again to the miniature baby. "They would have given you a loving and a happy home. Why would people destroy you before ever considering adoption? Ignorance is not bliss, is it, Tiny Tim?"
 
Hanging on meanwhile, Tim put his thumb into his mouth and sucked. I hoped that gave him comfort. I continued to talk to the baby. "I'm sorry,Tim. There are people who would risk their lives for a whale or an owl before they'd even blink about what just happened to you." Tiny Tim gasped, and his little chest heaved as if a truck were sitting on it. I took my stethoscope and listened to his tiny, pounding heart.
 
At The moment it seemed easier to focus on physiology rather than on this baby's humanity. He wet, and with that my mind took off again. Here was Tiny Tim with a whole set of kidneys, a bladder, and connecting tubes that functioned with a very complex system of chemistry. His plumbing was all working! I turned the overhead light up and Tim turned from it, in spite of eyelids that were fused together to protect his two precious little eyes. I thought about them. They would never see a sunset, a mother's smile or the wagging tail of a dog. I took his temperature again. It was dropping.
 
He was gasping for air and continued to fight for life. I stroked him gently and began to sing: "Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, They are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world." A nurse walked in. "How's the mother?" I asked. "Oh, she's fine. She's back in her room resting. The family said they don't want to see or hear about anything. They said, "Just take care of it." The nurse retreated with one last glance at the tiny patient. "For such a little person, he's sure putting up a big fight."
 
I looked at Tiny Tim and wondered if he knew that what he was fighting for so hard was life - and I knew he was losing it. He was dying and his family was resting. Their words tormented me. Just take care of it! No muss and no fuss.
 
Then Tiny Tim moved and caught hold of my little finger. I let him hang on. I didn't want him to die without being touched and cared for. As I saw him struggle to breathe, I said, "It's okay, Tim. You can let go. You can go back to God. "His gasping started slowing down, but he still clung to my finger. I stroked the baby ever so slowly and watched him take his last
breath.
 
"Good-bye,Tiny Tim," I whispered. "You did matter to someone."
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[Epilogue]
 
A few years later, Sharon Dunsmore became the manager of a psychiatric unit. One day, a young, severely depressed woman, came to see Sharon following an unsuccessful suicide attempt. As Sharon interviewed her, Kathy said she had gone through an abortion three years before, and she was having recurring nightmares. A baby was crying for help and kept calling her name. In her dreams, Kathy searched for the baby, but she could never find him or her. As Kathy gave the name of the hospital and the names of the doctors, a disturbing realization dawned on Sharon. This was Tiny Tim's mother. Because of hospital regulations, she couldn't tell her what she knew. Time passed. Sharon was no longer a nurse or a therapist. Kathy was no longer a psychiatric patient. They ran into each other at a restaurant, where Sharon gently unfolded the story that had been hidden for so long. Tears flowed as she gave the gift of answers. Her baby was touched and loved by a mother. He was given a name. He didn't die alone. He was sent back to a loving God. As the visit neared an end, they held each other and wept. Sharon looked into her eyes and saw new strength and calm. There were scars, but she was beginning to heal. The nightmares were being put to rest. Sharon still lives with the haunting impact of this experience. A choice that was intended to be "no big deal" turned out to be a very big deal for everybody. 
 ~~ Sharon Dunsmore has

Tiny Tim's story

available in booklet form.
For more information, write

 "Tiny Tim,"

 P. O. Box 84,

Smiths Creek, MI
48074-0084

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LIFE

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL

         CHOICE  !!!!!!

May God Bless You

And

Keep You Safe