In recent weeks there has been a backlash and vocal outrage over lawmakers proposing and state legislatures passing bills allowing third-trimester abortions up to the moment of birth. As a result, there are some encouraging signs.
A recent court ruling approved an Indiana law that the sale of aborted baby body parts is now illegal. According to the law, a “person who intentionally acquires, receives, sells, or transfers fetal tissue commits unlawful transfer of fetal tissue, a level 5 felony.” Continue reading
Well, here it is. Again. Another birthday.
Remember when you were a kid and they couldn’t come fast enough? Oh, to be a teenager and turn 13. And then the magical age of 16 to get your driver’s licence. And, then 18, with graduation looming, and college plans on the horizon. And, of course, finally feeling like an adult at 21. Continue reading
Yesterday we toured the National Museum of Costa Rica in San José.
The fortress was built in 1917 and was originally a military barracks. The exterior walls still have bullets lodged in them from the country’s 1948 civil war. Interestingly, Costa Rica does not have an army. The military was disbanded in 1948. In 1950 the building became a museum.
Among the fascinating exhibits and artifacts displaying the country’s rich history is a section on the Spanish Inquisition which began in 1478 and was not officially abolished until 1834. Continue reading
Yesterday New England Patriots owner, Robert Kraft, was officially charged with two counts of first-degree solicitation.
It was revealed by authorities last week that “Kraft visited a Florida massage parlor for sex acts on the morning of the AFC Championship Game, which he attended in Kansas City later that day.”
“According to documents released by the Palm Beach State Attorney’s Office on Monday, it was the second visit by Kraft to the parlor in less than 24 hours.” Continue reading
In the neat little book, “Children’s Letters to God” compiled by Stuart Hample and Eric Marshall they share the directness, honesty and often humor when kids decide to address their Creator.
“Dear God, I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay? Neil.”
“Dear God, I bet it is very hard for you to love all the people in the world. There are only four people in our family and I can never do it. Nan”
“Dear God. Thank you for the baby brother. But what I prayed for was a puppy. Joyce” Continue reading
Several years ago when I was preaching at the Hickman Mills church in Kansas City, I was canvassing the nearby neighborhood, passing out flyers inviting our neighbors to a Gospel Meeting.
I knocked on one door and the gentleman enthusiastically invited me to come in, which was unusual. He talked for a minute, then he said I want to show you something. He ran down the hallway and returned with some papers he wanted me to read. Continue reading
Melvin Newland tells a story about a little boy who had a special, secret place to hide and be all alone.
On the back of their property was an old fruit tree. It had lots of leaves, but it had produced no fruit in years. High up in its branches, hidden from view by the leaves, there was a perfect spot for him to pretend being Tarzan of the jungle, or the commander of a space ship, or anyone a little boy could dream about. It was also a place to hide when he felt mistreated or misunderstood.
So you can imagine how he felt when he heard his father telling his mother, “I think I’ll cut down that old fruit tree. It hasn’t borne any fruit in years.”
What could the little fella do? Continue reading