“When I die, I’m going to ask God….”
Actually, when you die and come face to face with God, you will be unable to speak. You will ask Him nothing. You will just fall to the ground in abject terror and mouth the words,
“Woe is me! Woe is me! For I have sinned greatly,”
but not a sound will emerge from your mouth until God says, “Speak!”
We know this to be true from the Biblical accounts of godly people who have experienced God in His glory. It is unimaginable how much more terrifying it will be for the ungodly! Read more…
Do you have fond memories of spending time as a small child with that special person such as your favorite uncle or aunt, your grandma or grandpa?
Do you remember playing with them – perhaps playing ball, or cooking, or exploring in the woods – doing something special that you did with no one else?
Do you remember the special name you had for that favorite person, and the special name he had for you?
Do you remember looking forward to those days, wanting to be with them, savoring every moment – and then the sadness of the parting, the tears?
That, my dear friends, is a taste of Heaven here on earth. Read more…
There are indications in the independent media that all is not well in the abortion industry. The procedures used by Gosnell may be more widespread than one would be led to believe: Problems have been identified and are listed in 10 other states besides Gosnell’s home state of Pennsylvania. Read more…
A mother with two beautiful, cheerful little girls, about 9 and 7, confided her personal story to me:
When I was pregnant with my first daughter, the doctors encouraged me to get an abortion. They told me that my daughter had Downs syndrome. That her abdomen was malformed and punctured. That she would live life as a vegetable. That she could not possibly survive, and an abortion is the only realistic option. And so on.
They would call and relentlessly try to convince me to have an abortion. With each call they painted an ever more depressing and painful picture of my child’s life and my life if I didn’t abort.
They even enlisted the help of my husband. The pressure was intense.
My husband and I kept praying to Jesus about this matter. He kept telling us “Don’t do it. Please don’t!”
Finally the last legal day for aborting passed, but the pressure from the doctors remained.
Now it was more like, “You’ll see, I told you so.”
Nevertheless I proceeded with the pregnancy to term.
Then she pointed to her older daughter and said proudly,
“Look at her! Isn’t she beautiful?
She is so artistic and creative! She loves to sing and paint.
All that’s wrong with her is that she’s left handed.”
All is not as it looks!
[Names were withheld in the interest of privacy protection.]