Legal Mass Murder

It’s a mass murder that goes on both continually and legally. It has claimed 15,167,502 (fifteen million, one hundred and sixty seven, five hundred and two) lives since the year 2000. It tears families, friends, and a country apart. This ominous monster is known as Abortion.

Abortion is the killing of unborn infants in the name of freedom. But what freedom is this? This so called freedom is the freedom to kill defenseless children, to end their lives that have hardly even begun, just so that the woman doesn’t have the “burden” of raising a child. But what freedom does this child have? If you are honest, then the only answer is that they have none at all. This unborn child has no say in whether or not their life will end right then and there. They are completely defenseless in the arms of the ugly fiend known as “choice”.

Many people are unaware of how this monster works. And many people, like me, know as much as they can handle knowing. The act of abortion is utterly sick. It is brutal. The unborn child is not thought of as human excepting where the furtherance of science is involved. They are inhumanely murdered – taken from their only life support (their mother’s womb) and then they are killed in one of the many indescribable ways that man has thought up. When dead, they are used to further science, not buried or cremated like a normal human being. Their still forming, beautifully designed, little body is treated like garbage. Tell me there are not people that evil in this world who take pleasure in doing this! But there are.

Here are a few reasons why you should not support abortion.

1. By supporting abortion you are supporting murder – which is sin. Period. From the time of conception that baby is a human being – nothing less.

2. The woman who goes through with an abortion usually regrets it. There have been many testimonies of women who had abortions having nightmares and hearing the cries of their baby whom they wanted dead, and other horrible things that only succeed in causing great grief, regret, and depression.

3. You end a life. The numbers are unreal, the process horrific, the regrets exceeding painful. But the worst part is the fact that that child, that unborn person, doesn’t have a chance to live.

I think that the most intelligent people on earth cannot truly believe that the unborn baby is not human. If life does not begin at conception then when does it begin? I think that doctors know deep down, even if they don’t admit it, that the unborn baby is indeed human. How can they not when they hear that little heart beat, feel the feet kick, see the baby suck his thumb? And then still, they can take that baby out of his or her mother’s womb and lay it on the table to suffocate, or worse – why?

There is nothing good about abortion. Choice? Why should we have a choice? The choice to commit sin and not to commit sin is prevalent all day every day. Abortion is murder. Murder is sin. Abortion is encouraged; therefore murder (and sin) is encouraged by the giving of a choice.

It very well may be that the way to end abortion is to steal away the hearts of those who carry them out – by communicating to the doctors the truth about the awful task they are carrying out and the implications of it. And then telling them of the love and forgiveness that Christ alone supplies.

What will you do? Will you assent to the murder of innocent unborn babies? Will you allow it to carry on when you can do something about it? Will you promote this mass murder by your admission of being “Pro-Choice”?


*From Buttercup*

Mountain Lion Gap

Dear Adeline,

   June 18, 1855 was the day Joshua and I, Elizabeth, came upon that frightful mountain lion. I was terrified, but I kept my head. We were climbing up the mountain to get Mama and Papa a present from the old Widow Hutchinson that lived on that huge mountain. The present? None other than a very nice pistol and two boxes of ammunition. On the way up, there had been no mountain lion when we had crossed the gap. We needed a rope and skill, so it was no wonder that Mrs. Hutchinson never came down the mountain. I remember we were on our way down, Josh and I had been descending the mountain for over an hour. When we reached the gap, the rope was already there, for we always left it there, incase anyone ever needed to go up the mountain. Well, Josh went up to the rope to make sure that it was still strong enough. As he tugged on it, a mountain lion jumped down from the ledge above and hissed. Just as Josh was about to go across too! I came with the pistol that we had gotten from the Widow Hutchinson not two hours before. I had it aimed at the cat, I let Joshua take the pistol and then he shot the cat and it fell off the cliff to its doom. We carefully crossed over the gap and started home. I have called that gap, “Mountain Lion Gap” ever since. Once we got home we carefully didn’t tell them ANYTHING till their anniversary when we gave them the pistol and we told them all about it.

   My parents’ anniversary was two days ago. It is now July 1, 1855.

With much love,

Elizabeth

That was my story, goodbye.

Veterans Day

   "Grandpa, it's Veterans Day. Did you ever fight in the wars?" Abby asked.
   "I did. I fought in Vietnam. Oh, that was the worst two years of my life when I was fighting. I fought from '70 to '72. Boy was I glad when I finally got to come home to Michigan, even though I was wounded. You don't even want to know how many times I had to see someone die," Grandpa sighed in his wheelchair. He had been shot in the leg in Vietnam and it was amputated and he was sent home.
   "Grandpa, why did you go if it was the worst two years of your life?" Abby asked.
   "Abby, I didn't have a choice. I was drafted in to service," Grandpa explained.
   "What does that mean?" Abby's little sister, Violet questioned.
   "What, drafted?" Abby asked her sister.
   "Yup!" Violet screeched.
   "It means I didn't have a choice whether I wanted to go or not," Grandpa answered his granddaughter.
   "Oh, that's too bad, Grandpa. I feel sorry for you," Violet climbed up on his lap.
   "Violet, it's okay," Grandpa said.
   "Will you take me to the park, then?" Violet asked.
   "Why don't you and Abby take ME to the park!" Grandpa laughed.
   "That's right, you can't walk," Violet said.
   "Yeah, Violet. Come on, it's still 60° F out there!" Abby referred to the temperature.

The END
That was my story for the day,
Johanna

I think I have some explaining to do...

Sorry Monday's story was so long. I got carried away with it, and I haven't been posting much before that, so I guess it was just to make up for the period I wasn't posting.
I found a particular "thing" that I'm interested in. Shipwrecks and storms. I've always been interested in weather, and I love water. Recently, I found a website about the Edmund Fitzgerald. That really caught my interest. And since Michigan is the Great Lake State, there was a lot of shipwrecks in the area. Including the Fitzgerald (or the Big Fitz), the Francisco Morazan, Walter L Frost, the Vienna, Comet, and Cyprus. The most famous was the Edmund Fitzgerald, second only to the Titanic in popularity and interest. Most likely because of Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald".
I could go on and on about shipwrecks, just of my accquired knowledge of the past 36 hours. But, I shouldn't.

Johanna Johnson

The New Friend

   “Katelyn, sit over here!” Leah called from her seat.

   “No, Katelyn, sit with me!” Ella insisted.

   “Katelyn, come here!” Maria whined. Katelyn was the most popular girl in the town, and also the nicest. So it was no surprise to Leah, Ella, and Maria when Katelyn went to sit with a complete stranger that none of them had met before.

   “What’s your name?” Katelyn asked the girl.

   “Kristi,” whispered the girl.

   “Are you hungry?” Katelyn asked.

   “Yes,” Kristi said.

   “I’ve got a whole bunch of food in my lunchbox,” Katelyn said. “Do you want some?”

   “You would do that for me?” Kristi questioned.

   “Of course,” Katelyn replied.

   “Thank you,” Kristi said as Katelyn unbuckled her lunchbox.

   “You’re welcome,” Katelyn whispered.

   “Katelyn, I can’t believe you gave half of your lunch to that girl!” Leah exclaimed after lunch when they were leaving the cafeteria at the all-day conference they were at.

   “It was the right thing to do. Kristi didn’t have any. Her mom thought lunch was provided,” Katelyn explained to her friend.

   “Oh, Katelyn, you really need to learn some things about basic survival!” Ella was shocked that Katelyn had given part of her lunch away.

   “Hey, if that’s what you want to do, that’s your problem!” Maria brushed it off.

   “It is what I want to do, and that’s my problem, I agree. I would have given her all of it, but she wouldn’t hear of it,” Katelyn insisted.

   “I see,” Leah stalked off.

   “Whatever!” Ella shoved Maria out of the way and darted to the room where the conference was being held.

   “Ella! Wait!” Maria ran after her friend.

   “Katelyn, is something wrong?” Kristi wondered, walking up.

   “No, nothing’s wrong,” Katelyn sighed.

   “That’s good,” Kristi looked relieved.

   “Let’s go to the conference room,” Katelyn said.

   “Okay,” Kristi replied.

   “Where do you live, Kristi?” Katelyn asked after the conference.

   “I just moved into a house on Maple Street,” Kristi answered.

   “That means you live right next to me!” Katelyn exclaimed.

   “Really?” Kristi asked.

   “Yes, really! Would I lie about something like that?” Katelyn asked.

   “I don’t know!” Kristi jumped up and down.

   “Do you want to walk with me?” Katelyn questioned.

   “Well, my mom was going to pick me up at 7:00. What time is it?” Kristi explained.

   “Kristi, it’s only six o’clock! You would have to wait here for an hour! It takes ten minutes to walk home from here!” Katelyn exclaimed.

   “Okay, let’s just walk home, then,” Kristi sighed.

   “Kristi! Watch out!” Katelyn screamed five minutes later. A car was bearing down on Kristi, and she was in the middle of the road. Katelyn ran towards Kristi, screaming all the while. She plowed into Kristi, sending Kristi flying towards the grass while Katelyn skidded across the road. Cars were squealing to a halt, narrowly missing Katelyn. Kristi was crying on the grass, too shocked to do anything. Katelyn was lying on the road, clearly in pain. A teenage driver was leaping out of his car, pulling his cell phone out, dialing 9-1-1. From the other car, a woman in her forties was climbing out of her car, running over to Katelyn, putting her mouth close to Katelyn’s ear, saying, “It’s going to be alright, child. An ambulance is coming. You’re going to be okay.” While her husband walked over to Kristi, asking, “Are you okay?”

   “I’m fine. How is Katelyn?” Kristi replied.

   “I don’t know, but an ambulance should be coming. You say her name is Katelyn?” the man asked.

   “Yeah, Katelyn Adamson. My name is Kristi Bean,” Kristi explained.

   “What happened?” the man asked.

   “I was crossing the road, and then Katelyn screamed, ‘Watch out!’ and then she plowed into me and I flew across the road to the grass. After that, I heard screeching tires and voices,” Kristi recounted her experience as an ambulance flew in. A police car came next, flying to the scene.

   “What’s your parents’ phone number?” the man asked Kristi. Kristi gave him both her parents’ and Katelyn’s parents’ numbers.  And then the man went over to his car and started dialing Kristi’s parents.
   Meanwhile, over by Katelyn, the teenager and the woman were talking to the police officer. The paramedics were talking to Katelyn, and a car was pulling up.

   “What’s going on?” a woman came running up to the police officer. “Where is my daughter?”

   “There was a minor accident. Now if you could stand back, the paramedics are busy,” the policeman said.

   “Mom! I’m over here!” Kristi hollered.

   “Kristi! Are you okay?” Mrs. Bean ran over to her daughter.

   “I’m fine, but I don’t know about Katelyn. Nobody’s telling me!” Kristi reassured her mom.

   “Oh, honey, I was so worried about you! Mr. Zimmerman called me and told me you were involved in an accident.”

   Just then, a second car pulled up. “Where’s Katelyn?” Mrs. Adamson asked the police officer.

   “On the stretcher. She has a broken wrist,” one of the paramedics answered.

   “I guess I won’t be playing basketball this winter,” Katelyn moaned from the stretcher.

   “Oh, Katelyn, that’s the least of your worries!” Mrs. Adamson ran over to her daughter.

   That evening, at the hospital, Mrs. Adamson and Mr. Adamson were sitting in Katelyn’s hospital room. There was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” Mrs. Adamson asked.

   “It’s Mary and Kristi Bean. May we come in?” Mrs. Bean replied.

   “Yeah, come on in,” Katelyn said.

   “Katelyn, you’re awake!” Mrs. Adamson rejoiced.

   “Yeah, I’m awake. I’m hungry, too,” Katelyn sighed.

   “What do you want to eat?” Mr. Adamson asked.

   “Lemongrass noodle soup,” Katelyn answered.

   “I’ll have to go to the store; they don’t have that in the cafeteria,” Mr. Adamson said.

   “You asked what I want!” Katelyn said.

   “I know I did,” Mr. Adamson got up, “I’ll get that from the store now.”

   “Thank you.” Katelyn said.

   “Katelyn how is your arm?” Kristi asked.

   “It’s okay. It hurts, though,” Katelyn answered.

   “Well, of course your broken wrist hurts! I would think something was wrong if it didn’t hurt!” Mrs. Bean laughed.

   “Yeah, probably,” Katelyn snickered.

The New Laptop!

    "Amy! There's a truck coming down the driveway!" Emily hollered through the house on a Wednesday morning in November.
    "I'm coming!" Amy ran up the basement stairs. The girls were homeschooled, but Mom had to go to the store for something, so the two sisters were home alone. Emily was only 5, and Mom told her not to go outside until she got home. That meant Amy had to go outside for whoever came to the door.
    "I wonder who it is," Amy walked through the kitchen. Someone knocked on the door, and Amy darted to answer it. "Hello?" she asked as she opened the door.
    "I have a package for Miss Amy Weir. Is she home?" the man asked.
    "That would be me!" Amy said as the man handed her the package.
    "Okay, goodbye."
    "Thank you!" Amy shut the door and pulled her pocket knife out of her pocket.
    "It's your new laptop!" Emily shouted.
    "Shh," Amy said.
    "Is it sleeping?" Emily asked.
    "NO! Laptops don't sleep, Emily!" Amy laughed.
    "Okay. I'll plug in the power cord for you."
    "Thank you," Amy said as she turned on the computer.

THE END


 That was my story. Thank you for reading. (In case you were wondering, I did get a laptop in the mail today)
Johanna Johnson