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Prophecies, laughter, and the End of the World   2 comments

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This is from the blog See, there is this thing called biology . . .:

I write a lot about how perception is not reality, because God has pulled the rug out from under me on more than one occasion. Always gently, often humorously. I’m not sure if God has a sense of humor or if He even needs one, but there is no doubt in my mind that he uses the power of laughter to teach us things and to heal us. In fact, that is often how I recognize His presence, He makes me laugh, a bit like a delighted child witnessing a slight of hand. It’s awkward at funerals.

When we are told to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, I suspect it’s our laughter that he finds most pleasing, not the kind that that is full of ridicule and mockery, but the innocent kind that just catches you unaware. Like His presence sometimes does.

Last year I had a prophetic experience that was somewhat humorous. I was having dreams about the return of Christ, beautiful dreams, so real, but oddly, a bit medieval. There was no rapture, no lake of fire, no destruction or any sort, no plagues, no four horseman, no blood moons, none of that, just the most pleasant and delightful return of a King, like a wedding or a family reunion. There was much feasting, horses, laughter, and gifts.

God is aware of the fact that I love literal translations of music videos. That’s where you remove all the metaphors and take the lyrics literally, often running video in the background that reflects the literal translation. They can be quite funny. “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” is a famous literal translation of a music video.

Anyway, God took me through this literal translation of the Book of Revelations. It got very surreal and I only share a few highlights. I literally whacked my head on metal man, this creature made out of tin cans hanging on a porch. I went inside and stepped on a 7 headed plastic beast which impaled my foot. (If you’ve ever stepped on a plastic toy, there’s this new and improved pain scale doctors now use to measure pain, it goes from zero…to stepping on a lego.)

So, with a lump on my head and bleeding profusely from my foot, I went home to take a nap. A few hours later, my second daughter called from Philadelphia. She had literally left work and flown across the country to go to a BBQ. As soon as I hung up the phone I got another call, from a church in Philadelphia, with a sales pitch that began, ” I have a bone to pick with you…”

At this point I’m starting to recognize the story, metal man, a seven headed beast, and the church in Philadelphia, but I didn’t think much of it. I was just grateful my daughter wasn’t calling to tell me she had eloped. So I got up and went to the store for some milk and sure enough, while walking into the store, our resident schizophrenic guy screamed at me, “hello! it’s the end of the world!” So I screamed back, “I know, isn’t it awesome?” So he smiled and tipped his hat at me.

Inside the store, walking through the wine aisle, a shoe box slid off the shelf and fell on my head. This is the second time I’ve been whacked on the head that day. I kid you not it was full of small plastic angels, 7 of them, each with a little gold trumpet.

That night I went to bed and something shook me awake, saying, “I come like a thief in the night.” I took that literally, not prophetically, since I was hearing noises in the backyard. So, a bit irrationally, I didn’t wake my husband up, I prayed. I asked, “what do you want me to do, Lord?” He said, “call out the window that you are alone and unarmed.” We had a bit of a discussion about the wisdom of doing that, but God just waited patiently for me to obey like He always does. So, I called out the window, “I’m alone and unarmed, are you okay?”  “You,” fortunately turned out to be a girl, a very lost and confused girl, who collapsed on my pile of weeds and started to cry. She wasn’t high on a King, that’s for sure. God said, “preach,” so preach I did, out the bedroom window, everything I could think of, about how precious and worthy we are too Him, about how much love He has for us, about how it much it grieves Him when we don’t realize it. I preached about how there is nothing so big and so bad, that He won’t forgive and cover with His mercy and grace. So the girl calmed down, said she felt better, said thank you, and left.

About this time my husband wakes up and asks, “what are you doing?”
“Preaching out the bedroom window,” I told him.
To give you some idea of how graciously my husband has adapted to having a crazy wife, he said, “Oh, well alright then,” rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next morning, stuck in the pile of weeds I call a lawn, was a little wooden cross made out of two sticks tied together with a piece of yarn. I’m not sure if God left it for me or if the girl did, but it was the sweetest gift and it made me laugh.

I suspect that what God really wants us all to know more than anything else in the world, is how much we are loved.

InsanityBytes

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“One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man’s laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.”

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Walkin’ Joe and the Midnight Marauders   6 comments

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Walkin’ Joe and the Midnight Marauders 
By Dennis R. Waller

Page 241:  “Joseph Smith.  Born in Buffalo, Wisc. on Sept. 9, 1901.  Died in Cherokee, Ia. on Dec. 21, 1970.  Occupation, retired farmhand.  Relatives (living or dead), none known.  Activities, organizations, military service?  All blanks.  The newspaper obituary fact sheet is pretty bare for Joseph Smith, who is being put to rest today, Thursday, Dec. 24, after services at McCullough’s Funeral Chapel at 1: 30 p.m.

“To many of Algona residents over 25, Joseph Smith was a colorful character known as ‘Walkin’ Joe’.  Many people can tell a tale or two about this big man who walked the streets of Algona for some 30 years.  That Joe could ‘work like any two men’ is an often-heard remark.  Some farmers in the area can vouch for his strength, endurance and appetite by first hand experience.

“But the black and white facts that should fill in a normal obituary form are missing from Joseph Smith’s 69-year term on earth.  According to that cold sheet of paper the only things that ever really happened to Walkin’ Joe were his birth and death.

“He was mysterious as he was colorful, but not by his own choice.  He talked to very few people and when he did he said very little.

“He’d spend his hours walking and resting at various locations near downtown when he couldn’t get work as a farmhand.  For the past few years, he spent a lot of his time dreaming and napping on a bench in front of the courthouse.

“Residents  in Algona during World War II recall that Joe used to work with the crews of German prisoners-of-war around town.  He evidently was of German descent and could speak a little of his native language.

“Working with the POW’s led to nicknames like ‘Dutch’ or ‘Kraut’ and were yelled at him for years after the War by local youth.  The tradition of teasing this grumbling, big man (6’2′ and 260 lbs. in his prime, he told one man) was passed from kid to kid by the bicycle generation.  Tormenting taunts led to rock throwing and even shooting with BB guns by youths with an ignorant impression of how to have a good time.  He became a real source of amusement because he would chase his tormentors.

“It must have been out of fear and wonder that young boys bothered this mysterious, powerful man, who only wanted to be left alone.”

Page 243:  “He was taken to Cherokee, where he died.  Leo Cassel last visited him six months ago in Cherokee.  He was confused and having some leg trouble, but seemed happy.

“Exactly where Joe came from and what he did for his estimated 69 years is unclear.  By talking to those who knew him casually, you can pick up tiny pieces of what seems to be a sad giant puzzle.

“He must have gone through life with only the clothes on his back.  When his body was shipped here from Cherokee, his personal property included work clothes, underwear and shoes.  No papers, pictures, identification or mementos.

“Holidays probably didn’t mean much to him, since he didn’t have a family with which to spend them, but he’ll be buried at Riverview Cemetery on Christmas Eve.  I’ll be there, because I owe him for some rocks and name-calling.

“In the years I knew of him, I never once saw a grin on that weathered old face.  I would hope he’d smile if he knew how sad his blank obituary form makes me.”

Page 245:  “So that’s the end of ol’ Joe, right?” he asked.  “Guess you have some interesting recollections, now don’t you?”  He showed a sly smile.  “I know you do for sure, Skag.  Probably all of you.  Wish I’d known about your story, Mr. Waller.  There was something about Joe’s background that you didn’t mention.  He was on one of those orphan trains as a kid.  I was never able to find out anything more on that.  He always clammed up.”

Larry recalled the time guys were bellied up at the bar, talking about the old days, when passenger trains were a new big thing.  “Heck, we’d take Marykay and Judy down to the depot just to see the big locomotive come chugging in.  Kids screamed at the big, loud monster coming right at us, but they loved it.

“Anyhow, Joe came walking up to the bar for his glass of beer and he’d been listening.  Never did that before.  He stood back, but I could tell he was interested.  When the topic changed and I turned to leave, Joe tugged at my sleeve—something he’d never done.  He was a man of few words, but that day he said, very plainly—with his German accent—‘I come on orphan train.  Mean Wisconsin farmer.  No pay.'”  Larry said he had tried to ask Joe a few questions but Joe had said all he cared to and the subject never came up again.  “My assumption is that some Wisconsin farmer needed a hired man, but Joe wasn’t yet big and strong enough to do the work, so got bounced and either was on an orphan train or simply hopped freights.  Eventually landed in Algona.  But hey, I really don’t know.”

Page 268:  Even now, many years later and at unexpected times, my mind often travels back to the bittersweet memories of our childhood days seeking adventure.  They always trail off to the snowy vision upon leaving the pauper’s gravesite on the Christmas Eve of 1970.

We drove away from the chill at Riverview Cemetery and returned to the snug security of our families, warm homes, hot meals and the fruits of love and labor.  But if I think back upon my life, the earliest regrets are there.  They’re in the deep part of my conscience, where I am unable to wish away poor decisions of my youth.

And it is there, in the recesses, where Walkin’ Joe trods silently.

Walkin’ Joe website
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Algona Upper Des Moines Newspaper

The Butterfly Effect   1 comment

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This is from the blog See, there’s this thing called biology . . .:

The butterfly effect is this idea that suggests that a butterfly fluttering it’s wings
on one side of the world, has the ability to impact the weather on the other side of the
world. It speaks to the inter-connectedness of us all and points to the fact that for
every action there is an equal reaction. The theory was received with some mockery,
became a thing of myths and urban legends, and eventually became accepted
by science itself.

Ideas like the collective unconscious and the butterfly effect demolish the belief
that a man can be an island unto himself, orbiting his own little planet and creating
his own little reality. Instead, everything in the world, including us, exists in a
kind of symbiosis, and the tiniest little thing we do, like a butterfly fluttering
it’s wings, has an impact on the world around us. Every kind word spoken has the
power to alter the fabric of the universe, to change someone’s destiny, to rewrite a
story. So does every cranky word, every famine, every war…..oh crap……

When I first learned about the butterfly effect, I had an anxiety attack, which
eventually progressed into a full blown existentialist crisis. One of the fun
things about being a Christian is that you can have a good existentialist crisis,
stare into the abyss, let go, free fall…and you’ll land in hysterics about three
feet down at the foot of a King. Plunk! I’ve done it so many times, I imagine the
angels just roll their eyes and say, “it’s that crazy woman again, questioning the
nature of Creation. Must be a girl thing. Seems to be some part of their design.”

At least that’s what happens when you’re a Christian and have the Lord’s favor.
If you don’t have His favor, you may well plunge into the abyss and the angels
watch you go by in a free fall and sing, “wheeeee, look at that one go!”
I have no idea and no desire to find out. It’s a long way down to the bottom
of the abyss.

We really do create reality for ourselves and for those around us. Everything we do,
no matter how small, has an impact on those around us and on those not around us, and
on those yet to come. People are far more important, far more valuable to the equation,
than most of us realize. Every single one of us, every word spoken, every breath we take,
every thought we have, alters the very fabric of the universe.

It’s a huge responsibility, enough to trigger a good existentialist crisis, and
underscores the profound implications of the Greatest Commandment.

Our lives really are the greatest love story ever told and we are called to live them
as if we are all madly and passionately in love with every breathless moment. As if
that is not the most awesome thing ever, our lives are only the first chapter.

truly, madly, deeply

Why do Evolutionists Believe in the Religion of Evolution?   6 comments

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God Creating Adam–Genesis 1: 27

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1: They do not want to be responsible for their actions
2: They want to be separate from God
3: They want sexual freedom
4: They want a way to hide from God
5: They want to live like animals
6: They want knowledge apart from God
7: They want to destroy religion

The above excerpt was taken from:

Evolutionists Explain Their Objectives

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Wistar Destroys Evolution
Laughing at Evolution
OOPARTS
Scientists of Faith
The Original Enviro-Nazis
Environmentalism as religion run amok
Ark Encounter
Isaac Newton on Atheism
Light and Other New Parables
Noah’s Ark Replica in Kentucky
Child Abuse and Atheism

Genesis 1: 26-28:  “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.  So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.  And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.”

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“If there is no God, everything is permitted.”

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.”

–Werner Heisenberg (Father of Quantum Physics)

Posted December 7, 2013 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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A Few Days in the Life of a Hitchhiker   3 comments

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Tetonia, Idaho

A few days ago, I hitchhiked from Riverton through Dubois to Jackson, Wyoming.  I then got a couple of rides over Teton Pass to Driggs, Idaho.

I was standing on the side of the road in Driggs when this pickup pulled over.  I got in and a guy named Steve drove me to Tetonia.  Steve said that I could stay for supper.  I met his girlfriend, Lynette.  I was able to shower and wash my clothes.  They also gave me a big supper; I was very grateful.

Steve, Lynette and myself had some intense fellowship.  Steve told me that he never picks up hitchhikers, but that when he saw me, he had to pull over and give me a ride.  Lynette told me that she took a lot of drugs in her younger days and the memory of those days sometimes haunted her.  Recently, the Lord kept showing her the numbers “747”.  Finally, she came across Luke 7: 47 in the Bible:

“Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.”

I told Lynette that if she abides in Christ, those past sins are gone because she is washed in the Blood of Jesus.

Steve and Lynette let me stay at their place that night.  The next day I got a ride from Tetonia to Bozeman, Montana.  From Bozeman, I got two rides to Big Timber on I-90.  From Big Timber, I walked around four miles east and then got a ride to Columbus with a guy who was going back to work in the oil patch in North Dakota.  I slept near the Yellowstone River in some pasture south of Columbus that night; the dew was very heavy.

The next day I hitchhiked through Absarokee and Roscoe to Red Lodge.  There were a lot of people on motorcycles that day–maybe they were going to the biker rally in Sturgis, South Dakota.

From Red Lodge I got a couple of rides to Cody, Wyoming.  My last ride that day was with an older lady from Cody to Thermopolis.  I slept outside someplace on the south side of town; even though it had been very warm that day, it cooled down very well that night.

This morning I walked two miles and got a ride with a pastor from Thermopolis; his name was David.  We had some good fellowship all the way to Shoshoni.  He was going to visit some friends in a hospital in Greeley, Colorado.  Before David dropped me off in Shoshoni, we had a short time of prayer and then I hit the road.

Sometimes the Lord foreshadows something that He is going to do.  When I got dropped off in Thermop, I went to fill up my water bottle.  These two guys at the gas station walked up to me and kicked me down a couple of bucks.  They wished me the best in my travels.  The one guy had done some hitchhiking a few years ago.  I then walked a few blocks and these two guys in a car pulled over and talked with me for a few minutes–they asked me about my hitchhiking.  It was very positive.

The Presence of God was very strong while I slept under the stars last night.  I knew that the Lord was up to something.  This morning, David and I had a good talk about certain scriptures and the things of God.  It was very edifying.  I am very grateful how the Lord puts people in my path.

Luke 10: 16:  “He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.”

A Week in the Life of a Hitchhiker

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“Don’t be overwise; fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don’t be afraid – the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again.”

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Art by Pam Cates   5 comments

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America’s Greatest Sin: ABORTION   11 comments

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This is from The Trumpet Sound blog:

Proverbs 14:34

Righteousness makes a nation great; but sin degrades any people (CJB).

Update: April 19, 2013

The Lord brought me back to this article in view of the controversial Dr. Kermit Gosnell of Philadelphia, PA who is charged with murder for killing babies that survived abortion and for causing the death of one woman during the procedure.

A week before I heard of this gruesome story, the Lord again gave me a vision and a message on abortion. It was like I was watching a scene in a movie. The scene was inside an ambulance. Someone was being rushed to a hospital while medical staffs were attending to the patient. As I watched I heard this: “How can one be safe in the hands of abortionist doctors?”

That vision brought me back to the day I was in the hospital to deliver my premature daughter 8 years ago and felt so grateful that Filipino doctors are not abortionists and so my daughter and I were safe.

America will be judged for God will avenge every drop of innocent blood shed in abortion. Please read on…

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Early tonight I was thinking if I should publish this article because the message and the words I have written seem harsh and radical. But I believed that if I changed them I won’t be giving justice to what the Lord had shown me in the spirit. Uncertain, I decided to put this thing off again for another day; but God knew what to do. As I was resting in my favorite hammock praying and worshiping, alas I saw again an aborted fetus! The baby looked exactly like this image from “baby center” here: http://www.babycenter.com/fetal-development-images-gallery

I gasped as the vivid image flashed. I could not say anything but “Oh my God!” repeatedly…  Then another image showed up- a hand was caressing a fetus/baby which looked exactly like this one (image taken from the same link above):

God’s message to me is clear: “Speak up! Tell them what I have shown you! Tell them what I told you!”

So here, I am speaking to you. Read what the Lord is saying as I have written below; for writing this article has been difficult because I keep seeing the visions in my mind of the horrible scenes that are taking place in America’s abortion clinics and hospitals.

Hear the message of the Lord:

“Cursed is the land of America for it has drunk the blood of innocent precious souls whose silent screams have pierced the Father’s heart!”

Although I had no doubt that abortion is such an evil thing, I have never been so deeply touched by its gruesome reality until last Wednesday, May 30, when I was before the Lord interceding for America. I was literally shocked at the vision that the Lord so strongly impressed in my heart and mind how abortion looks like, particularly in America. When the thought struck me, it felt like my heart was knocked off that I gasped for breath and my eyes instantly welled up with tears as I quietly wept in anguish before the Lord. The Holy Spirit came very strongly as He took my heart deep into His that I could feel His pain and see what He’s been seeing everyday in the Land of the Free. Even as I am writing this I feel pangs in my heart so real and acute; the burden lingers and I know that unless the Lord will Himself remove this, I will not be at rest.

My being less concerned about abortion before the vision is due to the fact that I am a Filipino, and, in the Philippines, abortion has always been prohibited (although some actually conduct illegal abortion such as I saw the other night on GMA 7’s “Imbestigador.)” Wikipedia has this to say about the legal status of abortion in the Philippines:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abortion_in_the_Philippines

“Article II of the 1987 Philippine Constitution says, in part, “Section 12. The State recognizes the sanctity of family life and shall protect and strengthen the family as a basic autonomous social institution. It shall equally protect the life of the mother and the life of the unborn from conception.

The act is criminalized by the Revised Penal Code of the Philippines, which was enacted in 1930 and remains in effect today. Articles 256, 258 and 259 of the Code mandate imprisonment for the woman who undergoes the abortion, as well as for any person who assists in the procedure, even if they be the woman’s parents, a physician or midwife. Article 258 further imposes a higher prison term on the woman or her parents if the abortion is undertaken “in order to conceal [the woman’s] dishonor”.

In contrast, abortion in America is legal; quoting Wikipedia:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abortion_in_the_United_States

“Abortion in the United States has been legal in every state since the 1973 Supreme Courtdecision Roe v. Wade.

I will not go further into discussing the legal intricacies of abortion in America because that is not the purpose of this article. What I am doing is simply obey the Lord’s command to convey what is in His heart about this issue. Thus, I am praying that by His grace, those who read this will likewise see what I have seen in the spirit and will join me and many others whom the Lord has touched, to intercede and pray against this wickedness. The law may not be reversed but our prayers can certainly reverse a mother’s heart from wanting to abort her child; and/or protect herself and her child from those who think and insist that she should abort the life in her womb. This brings to remembrance the vision I had a few months ago during my prayer, of a young woman who looked so fearful as she was led to the second floor where the abortion was to be conducted. I had no idea who she was nor where it was taking place if it was taking place at that moment; but hastily I prayed and interceded for her. Whatever the outcome was, only the Lord knew. But even after this call to intercede for the woman, the evil of abortion didn’t sink in until I saw the horrid images I describe below.

In the morning of May 30, I prayed as I normally do before getting out of bed. Since for days the Lord placed America on top of my prayer assignments, so I did pray for the nation. In the middle of my praying the Lord hit me with the thought that the thing that tears His heart constantly is the killing of babies taking place in the abortion clinics and hospitals of America. Simultaneously I saw blood flowing from the innocent victims; fetuses and babies torn piece by piece, forcibly and mercilessly sucked out of the mothers’ wombs and discarded of as nothing but trash. I saw blooded hands of the heartless abortionists; women in fear and agony. I saw men and women in authority who do nothing but tolerate if not promote this horrendous act and whose consciences are debased. Worst, the Lord showed me the hypocrisy of the nation- that while Americans love and protect their animals and pets; they have the nerve to kill their children from the womb with impunity. Yes, they have laws protecting their pets but they also created the law to have their children slaughtered in the guise of ‘planned parenthood and personal liberty.’ My heart was cut deeply as the vision remained; and the Lord filled me with thoughts upon thoughts that made me cry even more.

Abortion is America’s gravest sin as the Lord revealed. In the following days as I continued to intercede, the Lord showed me further that what once dripped in trickles have today become rivers of blood, overflowing and flooding America as millions and millions of babies have been slaughtered to this day.  Killing and curtailing life has become part of America’s daily routine; and the killing spree will continue as the apathetic leaders and citizens become more and more morally depraved unless they repent! Curse is all over the land as its soil has been drinking the blood of the precious ones who fall victims in the hands of ruthless men and women in the name of personal freedom.

Yesterday in my intercession for America, again I cried out to God for mercy. I was caught off guard by His quick answer. Yes, He will certainly show mercy for He is a merciful God; that’s why He will put an end to all the wickedness in the land, and will do it soon. He is a merciful God that He cannot tolerate any longer the wickedness perpetrated on the innocent whose blood has been crying out to Him for justice. I literally wept as I kept hearing, It’s coming soon; it’s coming soon! Something’s going to happen and it will happen soon!”

America is drunk and ready to fall because of her many sins. As I sought for His Word, this is where He led me:

Jeremiah 50:31 (CJB)

“I am against you, arrogant nation,”

says Adonai Elohei-Tzva’ot.

“For your day has come, the time for you to be punished.

The arrogant nation will stumble and fall, and no one will lift him up again.

I will set his cities on fire, and it will devour everything around him.”

Again, please hear the message of the Lord. Abortion is grave sin but it is not unforgivable. He is calling for repentance before He will pour out His wrath upon the land. May you take His hand and be safe as you give your heart in repentance unto the Lord and Savior Yeshua (Jesus the Messiah).

Love and Blessings,

Cynthia

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When I searched for sample images of aborted babies, I found the following from this site:

Abortion – America’s # 1 Killer

http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Evils%20in%20America/Abortion%20is%20Murder/abortion_americas_killer.htm

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