As Prolife As....Our Lady of Guadalupe

‎"He is not God of the dead, but of the living; for all live to Him.” (Luke 20:38)

....so none of this is necessary...EVER.

A long time ago in South America, human sacrifice was the norm. In those days, it was okay to sacrifice people. It was perfectly acceptable act and no one really questioned it. I'm sure if I was to go back in time and tell them that sacrificing people was an insane thing to do, they'd probably look at me like I had two heads. They would probably tell me that I had no business in interfering with their personal choice to take part in such a "normal" activity. They would tell me that it was for the greater good. They would tell me that it was a necessary action that would ultimately improve the quality of life for others. Human sacrifice was their way of appeasing the sun god and ensuring that there was enough to go around.
Though humans were being killed of by the dozens, hundreds, and even thousands...there were many that stayed silent. They probably did not really agree with human sacrifice and probably did not directly take part of it. They did not hold the sharp tool used to cut someone else's heart out. They probably did not get sacrificed themselves or even known anyone within their own circle that was sacrificed. Instead, they went on and lived their lives without ever raising a voice for their fellow human being. Some may have even supported the sacrifices.

Then something happened.

...a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars...

Describing herself as Coatlalopeuh in Aztec ("She Who Has Dominion over Serpents" in the common tongue), she stood before the sun. The importance of her own message triumphed over the image of the sun god. She came not to demand sacrifice, but to bring a gift. Her hands appear to be held in prayer. Yet, to the indigenous, her hands are held in a manner similar to their own when they give gifts (note how her pinkies are placed). A dark sash, similar to those worn by pregnant women, is tied around her waist. She brings the gift of salvation...a gift requiring no sacrifice because the ultimate sacrifice has already been paid. This God did not require His people to kill each other in His name. He came to  earth, was born of this woman, became man, and sacrificed Himself for us. Why? He loves us too much to demand that any of us be sacrificed for Him in the manner that had dominated the Aztec culture.

The world had no place for human sacrifice and so it was brought to an end.

The Same Story Retold (at some point in the future)

A long time ago in America, abortion was the norm. In those days, it was okay to sacrifice the unborn. It was perfectly acceptable act and no one really questioned it. I'm sure if I was to go back in time and tell them that killing the unborn was an insane thing to do, they'd probably look at me like I had two heads. They would probably tell me that I had no business in interfering with their personal choice to take part in such a "normal" activity. They would tell me that it was for the greater good. They would tell me that it was a necessary action that would ultimately improve the quality of life for others. Abortion was their way of appeasing the misguided abortion lobbyists, misguided feminist groups, misguided politicians, misguided overpopulation awareness groups...and their way of ensuring that there was enough to go around.

Though human children were being killed of by the dozens, hundreds, and even thousands...there were many that stayed silent. They probably did not really agree with abortion and probably did not directly take part of it. They did not hold the sharp tool used to cut someone else's child out. They probably did not get abortions or even known anyone within their own circle that had an abortion. Instead, they went on and lived their lives without ever raising a voice for their fellow human being. Some may have even supported abortion.

Then something happened....

And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with an iron rod: and her son was taken up to God, and to his throne.  And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she had a place prepared by God, that there they should feed her a thousand two hundred sixty days. And there was a great battle in heaven, Michael and his angels fought with the dragon, and the dragon fought and his angels: And they prevailed not, neither was their place found any more in heaven

This world has no place for abortion and I am praying for its end. 

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Pax Vobiscum