Better off as a puddle of blood in an abortion clinic

[savone]

Dear AmberDale,

“I’m sorry for all the pain you were caused as a child. I pray that those people never harm you again.” Thank you. While there has been contact between us over the years, they are all dead. One of them, I partially tokk care of in old age.

“May you come close to our Mother. May she be the REAL mother that you deserved as a child.” At this time, although I have attemtpted to do so, it’s not possible for reasons that can not be made public.

“We need not only concentrate on getting abortions eliminated, but we need to worry about the children who are here. The ones getting beaten and killed. Those kids need us too.” Yes, it’s all inter-related, inclluding domestic abuse. One of these days, these’s a papal encyclical, forget which one, that I intend to read about these topics.

Thank you for your prayers. God bless you and your loved ones.

 

[shannin]

rayne89:

The statement below is part of a post that someone made another forum I’m on that debates abortion.
Children who are beaten without cause, severley punished for minor infractions, visibly hated by their parents. Some of those children may never have their childhood scars heal. Some of those children, Godd forgive me, would have been better off as a puddle of blood in an abortion clinic.

So, is it any better to kill an innocent baby in its mother’s womb - or to pull it out of the safety of the womb and then smash its head?

Sadly, there are many parents that put their children through a living hell but abortion is no better. Life is precious.

 

[savone]

Dear Lisa4Catholics,

Yes, despair is one with which I contend. While the wounds may heal, the scars are, nevertheless, still there. When I gaze too long at the scars, then I do not see what is unscarred. This can lead to depair. Culture of life is surely needed in many parts of the world. Lots and lots of work to do.

Thank you for your prayers. God bless you and your loved ones.

 

[savone]

Dear slinky1882,

“…to this day if someone drops a dish or glass and it shatters or someone pounds their fist on a table, I freeze. I have always felt that if I did something different or it was my fault. I remember it wasn’t until I was 21 years old that a friend finally told me it wasn’t my fault.”

Yep. Mine are handshakes and hugs. If a person thrusts a hand for a handshake, I can feel myself, internally and once in a while physically, draw back. I still do not like to be hugged. I hope that you’re able to make continued progress, more relaxed, and able to grow in peace through Christ.

Thank you for your prayers. God bless you and your loved ones.

 

[gardenswithkids]

savone:

While the wounds may heal, the scars are, nevertheless, still there. When I gaze too long at the scars, then I do not see what is unscarred.

As I read this, I thought of how our Resurrected Lord still had the scars on His hands and the opening in His side that Thomas could touch.

May His wounds heal you of the wounds inflicted on you as a child. And may God grant you His peace.

 

[savone]

gardenswithkids:

As I read this, I thought of how our Resurrected Lord still had the scars on His hands and the opening in His side that Thomas could touch.

May His wounds heal you of the wounds inflicted on you as a child. And may God grant you His peace.

Do I dare say it? Well, yes I will. Many times when I receive Holy Communion, I believe that He is “present” in perfect and complete love. So, if I’m like Thomas, He lets me touch His wounds. If I’ve been unfaithful, He says, “Follow me.” If I’m weary, He says, “Come unto me.” Yes, may His wounds bring all of us the healing we need. God bless.

 

[AlanFromWichita]

Savone,

You seem to be truly blessed in your faith, to have the outlook you have now about healing and about God. It sounds like you have won at least a partial victory over evil, destined to become more fulfilled.

Is the social work something you are called to do? Perhaps a more gradual entry would help, or was it just to try to get a job? Otherwise I can see how you meant; I once had to quit answering the Youth Crisis Hotline here for Kansas Children’s Service League because out of all the different crises, I just couldn’t deal with talking to runaways.

Alan

 

[slinky1882]

savone:

Dear slinky1882,

“…to this day if someone drops a dish or glass and it shatters or someone pounds their fist on a table, I freeze. I have always felt that if I did something different or it was my fault. I remember it wasn’t until I was 21 years old that a friend finally told me it wasn’t my fault.”

Yep. Mine are handshakes and hugs. If a person thrusts a hand for a handshake, I can feel myself, internally and once in a while physically, draw back. I still do not like to be hugged. I hope that you’re able to make continued progress, more relaxed, and able to grow in peace through Christ.

Thank you for your prayers. God bless you and your loved ones.

savone,
Thanks for your reply, and I can understand the hugs part as well. When I was in youth group in hs at times and even originally when I was around my now fiance during college, I wouldn’t hug in general. If I didn’t know one really well, I simply wasn’t going to hug and if I did, I was real uncomfortable (and recoiling inside). I am doing better over time, but I realize that only in Heaven will the wounds heal.

I can remember when I was told at 21 that none of it was my fault, and my friend persisted when I kept looking away or saying it was in some way. Here was what I needed to hear most and was the Truth, and I was brushing it off and clinging to culpability on my part. What causes a child of God deeply in Love with the Church and his family (as best as he can considering all factors) to try to justify or accept the blame for what happened on theirself??? Thanks and God Bless.

 

[savone]

AlanFromWichita:

I once had to quit answering the Youth Crisis Hotline here for Kansas Children’s Service League because out of all the different crises, I just couldn’t deal with talking to runaways.Alan

No doubt, it can be an “overload” and a person can feel a “burn-out.” This couples with previous posts about finding ways to address family issues, as well as ones concerning abortion. You sound like you want to help in some way? Have you found any?

AlanFromWichita:

Savone,
You seem to be truly blessed in your faith, to have the outlook you have now about healing and about God. It sounds like you have won at least a partial victory over evil, destined to become more fulfilled.
Alan

All I can say is:
Sing a new song to the LOrd.
who has done marvelous deeds,
Whose right hand and holy arm
have won the victory. (Psalm 98:1).

 

[savone]

slink1882

slinky1882:

savone,
Thanks for your reply, and I can understand the hugs part as well. When I was in youth group in hs at times and even originally when I was around my now fiance during college, I wouldn’t hug in general. If I didn’t know one really well, I simply wasn’t going to hug and if I did, I was real uncomfortable (and recoiling inside). I am doing better over time, but I realize that only in Heaven will the wounds heal.

Glad to hear the hugs are becoming more, uh, “bearable.” Was that a pun? We tackle what we can; as we can, realizing that the Holy Spirit is strengthening us. Then, sometimes, we just need to do it! Go shake hands with someone. Go give someone a hug.

I was extremely shy and afraid of people. One day, as I was taking a seat on a bus, I blurted out “Good morning. Looks like a nice day” to a person already seated. (I was, in affect, imitating what I had observed other people do). Well, she began to talk about all sorts of things! I didn’t have to talk (thankfully), just listen. At my stop, we exchanged “Good-byes.” It was a small step. Nevertheless, it was a step.

slinky1882:

What causes a child of God deeply in Love with the Church and his family (as best as he can considering all factors) to try to justify or accept the blame for what happened on theirself??? Thanks and God Bless.

Let’s take a simple illustration. Parent bakes a cake. Small child climbs onto a stool, takes a finger to the icing, and eats it. The parent laughs and asks if it is good. Child nods and they giggle together. Okay, parent bakes a cake. Cake is for a special occasion. Parent is stressed out. Child child climbs onto a stool, takes a finger to the icing, and eats it. Parent screams at child!

As an isolated incident, no problem. Make this a loop of continuous exchanges in daily living, there are bound to be problems. Children will cope with these in different ways. Some begin to have this sense of they ought to know not only the “rules,” they ought to know the exceptions (how’s a child to know this?). What you have is misplaced discipline. This is what it was for me. Here’s a rule. Sometimes it would be followed, often times not. And, sometimes I’d followed the rule only to get “punished” for doing so. After awhile, I developed the idea that I was “stupid” because I just couldn’t seem to follow the rules. That’s my take on it.

“Our God is the God of joy!” John Paul II

 

[Meggie]

I think that original poster dosn’t know what the will to live is like. When I was around 13 my mom told me that i wasn’t even ment to be…that she was on birth control but since my parents were newly weds that it all worked out. Thankfully my grandfather is an anti-abortionist, had circumstances been different I might of been just a blip in the radar for a young couple. From a young age I was punished for everything…by ten I became severly isolated by the means of home education. My brother’s friends did not know who I was, even though they were also home taught. Because I couldn’t be trusted when my mom took my brothers out I had to sit and do my school in my neighbor’s garage…i was not permitted into her house, although she let me in once anyway. Punishments and chores included genral house upkeep, by age 15 cooking full meals from scratch, kneeling for hours on concrete floor…and constant “verbalness” that has yet to end. I literally left the house not more than two or three times a week, (minum once a week to go to Mass with my family)…thankfully last year(end of 2003) I began going to a youth group, faught my way into going to Daily Mass. This past year I began college at 20…im back home now…ugg…but heading out in a month for a summer camp.

Life should be valued beyond ALL. I know my life has already affected others. Through stories I put online (which i can link anyone to if the want) and the intercession of Mary a jewish teen girl in California got her life back on track, pulled herself out of self pity(b/c cleft-lip and cross country move) in an amazing way(jr year 2.0 gpa(lowest it had hit was 1.7), no friends, hated school, hated her family, no plans for college) this year as a senior she’s got a 3.7 gpa, star of the swim team, and is going to college to become a social worker.(she says because she never believed that lives like mine could exist until she read my stories) She is closer to her family, relying on her sister for advice and guidance insted of ignoring her. I wish I was closer so I could of seen the change myself, but being imed joyfully every couple of weeks is more than enough for me. Though she calls me her hero, she is very much a hero to me (the Mary part of the story is AWSOME…she now keeps a miraculous medal on her desk as she studies!!! I told her Mary was a jewish girl who did great things, she will too! I hope some day Mary draws my little friend to Jesus.)

I got to see first hand how my life affected someone already. I don’t mean to have people look up to me, it just kinda happens…and i pray that God will bring me many more people like my little friend who would also have been marked for death had people looked first at her physical disabilities not her internal beauty.

 

[Mom_of_one]

Meggie:

I think that original poster dosn’t know what the will to live is like. When I was around 13 my mom told me that i wasn’t even ment to be…that she was on birth control but since my parents were newly weds that it all worked out. Thankfully my grandfather is an anti-abortionist, had circumstances been different I might of been just a blip in the radar for a young couple. From a young age I was punished for everything…by ten I became severly isolated by the means of home education. My brother’s friends did not know who I was, even though they were also home taught. Because I couldn’t be trusted when my mom took my brothers out I had to sit and do my school in my neighbor’s garage…i was not permitted into her house, although she let me in once anyway. Punishments and chores included genral house upkeep, by age 15 cooking full meals from scratch, kneeling for hours on concrete floor…and constant “verbalness” that has yet to end. I literally left the house not more than two or three times a week, (minum once a week to go to Mass with my family)…thankfully last year(end of 2003) I began going to a youth group, faught my way into going to Daily Mass. This past year I began college at 20…im back home now…ugg…but heading out in a month for a summer camp.

Life should be valued beyond ALL. I know my life has already affected others. Through stories I put online (which i can link anyone to if the want) and the intercession of Mary a jewish teen girl in California got her life back on track, pulled herself out of self pity(b/c cleft-lip and cross country move) in an amazing way(jr year 2.0 gpa(lowest it had hit was 1.7), no friends, hated school, hated her family, no plans for college) this year as a senior she’s got a 3.7 gpa, star of the swim team, and is going to college to become a social worker.(she says because she never believed that lives like mine could exist until she read my stories) She is closer to her family, relying on her sister for advice and guidance insted of ignoring her. I wish I was closer so I could of seen the change myself, but being imed joyfully every couple of weeks is more than enough for me. Though she calls me her hero, she is very much a hero to me (the Mary part of the story is AWSOME…she now keeps a miraculous medal on her desk as she studies!!! I told her Mary was a jewish girl who did great things, she will too! I hope some day Mary draws my little friend to Jesus.)

I got to see first hand how my life affected someone already. I don’t mean to have people look up to me, it just kinda happens…and i pray that God will bring me many more people like my little friend who would also have been marked for death had people looked first at her physical disabilities not her internal beauty.

You can come live with me while you are on break from school. You don’t have to deal with that garbage anymore!

 

[barsapp]

rayne89:

The statement below is part of a post that someone made another forum I’m on that debates abortion.
Some of those children, Godd forgive me, would have been better off as a puddle of blood in an abortion clinic.

That is what Jesus said: “in fact, a time is coming when anyone who kills you will think he is offering a service to God” (John 16:2).

Where we can replace “you” with “non born”, “weak”, “miserable”, etc., etc. What lies behind this mentality is pure hedonism. Wich leads to pure genocide.

Who ever says that this life on earth is a life of joy? The only joy we have here is to carry the cross of Jesus.

Nobody remains immaculate in the struggle for life. All of us have wounds and scars. We must be courageous. We must not admit defeat. We have the divine example of Our Lord (again St. John, same chapter 16, 13: “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world”.

The only one here who should* have been better off as a puddle of blood in an abortion clinic, is the author of that hideous statement.*

Damned the ones who call good the evil, and evil the good.

 

[Huiou_Theou]

Savone,

I can understand your venting, although I can’t share your feelings.
Job and those like him could wish to never be born, but they never wished for their own murder, look to their triumph.

To say I am worthy to be born, is to assent that God has a plan for me.
To say I am worthy to be born, is to believe God will make all things new beyond what I can see.
To say I am worthy to be born, is victory over the darkness which is still hissing at my goodness desiring to consume me.
To say “I am” has overcome the darkness.

God bless you abundantly Savone. May the day come, where the pain fails to be stronger than your will. Where love becomes stronger than death. Where joy can do battle with sorrow.
May the lords face shine upon you, and grant you peace.

 

[Black_Jaque]

Children who are beaten without cause, severley punished for minor infractions, visibly hated by their parents. Some of those children may never have their childhood scars heal. Some of those children, Godd forgive me, would have been better off as a puddle of blood in an abortion clinic.

Blurk!

Oh thanks. I just puked all over my keyboard. Someone get a towel?

This makes me sick.