My Letter To The Editor

I have sent this to LDR. Let's see if they will have enough nerve to print it in Sunday's edition.

I am amazed at the accolades bestowed upon George Tiller, the Kansas abortionist, by our national TV media outlets this week. I refuse to use the title of doctor for him because he specialized in destroying life instead of saving it.

Let me say at the outset that I do not condone the killing of this man Tiller, but I must also say that he certainly lived much longer and enjoyed a much fuller life on earth than the 60,000 infants he murdered during his lifetime.

He was one of only five doctors in the United States who have so little compassion for human life that they can continue day after day to assassinate in cold blood these innocent babies who are just days away from birth. These are not potential human lives as some claim, but fully developed infants with heartbeats you can hear long before they exit the womb.

His victims numbered 60,000 at last count. That is almost twice the amount of men, women and children who live in Laclede County, and more than one-third of the total population of Greene County, including Springfield.

That is 60,000 precious babies who will never know the comfort of being held at their mothers’ breast or having their daddy rock them to sleep in his arms.

That is 60,000 toddlers who will never know the joy of swinging as high as they can go, or sliding down the plastic slide at the park, or hearing mommy read a bed time story to them.

That is 60,000 elementary age children who will never play soccer nor softball, never attend Sunday School, never go to a fair or the circus, and never meet the challenge of blowing out all the candles on their birthday cake.

That is 60,000 high school students who will never know the thrill of walking across the stage to the stirring strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” to receive their high school diploma, nor open that long awaited letter of acceptance from the university of their choice as they make plans for the career of their dreams.

That is 60,000 young men and women who will never be a bride, nor a groom, nor know the thrill of welcoming their first child into this world.

Had Tiller waited until those babies had taken their first breath outside the womb, he would have been held criminally liable for murder. But they were victims of discrimination because of their place of residence, inside their mother’s body where they had no place to run or hide to escape the cruel instruments of torture and death which invaded their private space at the hands of this monster.

This week I have known the great joy of having my two granddaughters spend a few days in my home, one of them a 9 year old who was born prematurely at an age even younger than most of Tiller’s victims. She is an intelligent beautiful born-again Christian already at this young age. My heart aches for family members, especially grandparents, who will never know the joy of loving these 60,000 children Tiller murdered.

And if any of you readers would dare to disagree with me, let me ask you just one question. Aren’t you glad your mother didn’t believe in abortion?

Sunday update

We had a good service today - 50 in attendance. Specials were by Mike Feryo and Luke Lewis. We sang the Birthday song to Don and to Dorothy. We sang the anniversary song to Feryos and Rowdens. Mike played "You Are My Sunshine" to Helen as his anniversary gift to her. So sweet. My sermon was taken from assorted scriptures, dealing with God's GPS system for us - Guidance, Protection, and Security. Ed's mom was a first time guest, visiting here from CA. It was good to have Toni Morris with us, too.

Milan attended the singspiration last night along with Lois and my mom, Judy and Don, Jewel and girls,, Luke and Pauline, Dale and Brenda, Kenneth and Byna, the Rojas family, Brenda and Lynn and the Taylors. I really appreciate your making that effort. My absence was not due to having the girls here. I would have loved to have dressed them up and had them sing, and show them off. (You all know what a proud grandmother I am just like the rest of you grandparents.)

However, last night was as bad as it gets painwise. I could not have had Bible study had that been on the agenda. Very bad night, Milan was up with me some. Meds have been working today so I sent Milan and girls on down to Hartville to do some "real fishing" at a big pay and fish area there. They stock big fish, including catfish, and Mikayla takes this fishing business seriously so she's hoping for a lunker. At first he didn't want to leave me and be that far away in case I needed him, but I have other family closeby of course and since this was Mikayla's birthday present from us, I wanted them to make a big day of it.

I've been working on Camp Sharon paperwork all day. Ed has dropped by to leave his paperwork. As soon as Mary comes by with the pre-registration check and I can find somebody to drive it all to the P.O. (Milan had to take my car to Hartville), then I will try to sleep some the rest of the day and let the pain pills work. The fishermen won't be back in until 5 or so.

Those of you who know me can only imagine the panic I experience knowing my car may have some stray fishing worms in it the next time I open the door. Oh, my, the sacrifices we made for our grandkids.