Against My Soul part 2

I can do it.  I can vote for Trump.  As I looked at the last debate, it became clear which side was part adolescent, but also which side was against the sanctity of life.  I can lay down my issues with Trump, because they are issues that hit me in a personal way.  I feel confident that I know what kind of man he is and it is the kind of man who I have struggled against in my life experiences.

However, something greater is worthy of the statement, “Against my Soul.”   I can and will do everything in my power to prevent a candidate from winning who disrespects life and who would support and promote the killing of an unborn child.  This candidate is so evil, she supports dismembering the body and crushing the head of a baby in the womb, the place where a baby should feel the safest.  What kind of a woman would fight for that?

It bothers me that she disrespects life so much that she would murder. I would expect her to carry that philosophy through to every policy and area of government, for if she can disrespect an unborn baby’s life, she will disrespect ours at some level, maybe every level.  It is an unborn baby today.  Tomorrow, it may be mandated euthanasia of the elderly and the sickly.  Tomorrow it may be the extermination of certain groups and races.

The sanctity and respect of life lays at the very foundation of a freedom loving government.  It permeates every area from Congress to the classroom.  It is the basis of respect for each other as God made us and how God made us.  We are grateful for life, all life, for it is the greatest gift and privilege we could have in this world and in the next.  The doctor is cautious; the bully is silenced, the judge is fair, the teacher invests, and the parent loves, because of the precious life in the balance.

We protect and nourish that life.  We build bulwarks of wisdom to guide that life.  We give that life the tools to succeed and grow into a contributor, a lover of life, a mentor to others.  We give up ourselves, our dreams, our goals, our self-indulgences, and our plans for the future because this little one has entered our lives and we feel the awesome privilege and responsibility to love, protect him, and teach him.  This little one is not an  inconvenience or a burden.  He ain’t heavy; he’s my baby.  This little one is part of me; I am bonded for ever with him.  I have joy just watching him, just being with him. It is an honor to listen to him and to share with him what I and others have learned. I can feel the wonder of new things when I see through his eyes.  I catch the joy he shows at the little things that amuse him.  His giggles touch my soul, and it is then I know that my soul has touched  God.  For through my little one, I can know the Holy One.  I glimpse the innocence, the pure, the love of all that is right, and I feel more alive than at any other time.

How can we murder that?  In destroying that life, we destroy our own.  I see it in her.  I see the disrespect she has for the unborn and how that has translated into disrespect for the lives who get in her way.  It is not far to go from murdering an unborn child to murdering someone who thwarts her agenda or threatens to blow her cover. Yes, what does it matter that she let people die when she could have tried to saved them? They were only the lights of someones’ lives.  They brought joy to those who know that the reason to live is embodied in those we love.  She let them be dismembered, crushed and torn apart because they did not matter to her.

We cannot let this woman rule over us, for she will destroy us.  We will not matter to her.

 

 

 

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