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I am a relative newbee and am not too sure if pro-life issues are more appropriately posted in Moral Theology or Social Justice, so I have posted this piece to both. Apologies if this is inappropriate and Moderators will surely correct the situation if it is
I write a pro-life blog that focuses on bringing pro-choice or abortion neutral Christians “home on life”
Yesterday I inadvertently came across a You Tube video that, though I don’t believe was intended to convey a pro-life message, underscores yet another fundamental inhumanity and injustice of abortion that is not often touched upon
I posted a short article based upon this beautiful video, which is simply a loving Father’s tribute to the life of his 12 year old daughter
What a lovely girl she is! That must have been her video journal, because just about as soon as she could talk, her mouth never stopped moving!
And why do 12 year old girls somehow look 17??
Makes me very glad I don't have daughters, I'm afraid they'd already be in a convent far away on the side of a remote mountain.
__________________ We often like to claim we don't know what God wants when, in reality, we do and we just don't like His answer to our question. -- Mark Hart
Makes me very glad I don't have daughters, I'm afraid they'd already be in a convent far away on the side of a remote mountain.
You reminded me of my own daughter. When she was 1 or 2, we talked with a nun briefly after Mass. DD practically leaped from my arms to Sister's (she normally clung very tightly when we talked with strangers).