The Nonsensical Sense of LIFE.

Sometimes, even I can’t make sense of life. Or loss of life, I should say. I shake my head, I pray, I mourn. As a minister, I know the answer – it is the process of it all that can be incomprehensible.

In the last few weeks, our large church family lost three members, stalwarts in the faith, crazy amazing testimonies, true love of God and family and church.

A woman who was part of the church for 25+ years, died from covid complications.

A man who had a large company used his money to literally go into all the world and preach the Gospel, died from a long battle with cancer.

A man with a large family, successful in all aspects, children in ministry, died from complications from a heart transplant.

Everyone dies. But these great people died well, in the faith, never sacrificing their beliefs. These three faith heroes died hard deaths. I cannot imagine what they must have gone through. During their lives they had kairos moments, they had joy, they had disappointments, they had a church family that loved and respected them. Ultimately, they found their Lord and Savior waiting with open arms despite all of the pain and sorrow of dying: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” [2Tim 4:7]

I can only imagine it. But to address my first sentence, there really is much sense to this.

There is no partiality with God. Rich or poor, the sting of death is equal.

Because of the fall of Man, we will have disease and sickness. 

And if you accept Jesus, Heaven will be your home, pain and sorrow free. That makes the process of LIFE an adventure and precious…and every moment counts. This life is our path to Him, and our chosen Eternity: “For whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.” [Romans 10:13]

The Thin Pink Line Between the Prolife Movement & the Abortion Agenda

When I read abortion stories, I’m thinking “Here we go again.” It’s a long, tangled, winding tale of woe and intrigue, every time. But when people are forced to put women on a pedestal for killing their unborn child, what else should we expect? As a minister, I listen closely to what they are actually saying because the story is a kind of slight of hand to get you to feel sorry for her rather than the dead child. Facebook pages like ‘My Abortion Story’ has no respect for the life lost FROM the abortion, but let’s keep forcing everyone to have respect for a woman who killed her baby without one bit of remorse! How does that evil edify anyone?

These women go on and on and on about how the woman is KEEPLIFELEGALsomehow justified in killing her unborn child, whether she is prolife or proabort. With prolife post-abortive moms, it’s an explanation of their sin to justify that killing her unborn child was somehow her only ‘choice’; prolifers stand in awe and reverence with her ‘choice’ calling her STRONG, loving her away from the altar of repentance. With proabort moms, it is also a justification of killing her baby because of her very temporary circumstances, expecting a cheering crowd of pepto-pink clad terrorists as if it’s a rite of passage. Abortion stories evoke forced responses, justifies bad behavior, and tempts the reader to feel sorry for them, but not the dead child.

When you make the post-abortive woman the victim, you’ve just stepped over her aborted child to pander to a movement or agenda.

When I recount my story, and I should because someone may learn from it, I NEVER want to evoke sympathy or empathy because I murdered my unborn child. I want to glorify God for his forgiveness of a horrible crime, a grievous sin. Interestingly, I have been told that I am an answer to prayer. It was a rare thing to hear from someone who has not suffered the tragedy of abortion; she said she prayed to meet someone who aborted but came back to a loving God for repentance, forgiveness, and let God minister to her so that she would minister to others. Even from the lowest part of our lives, God will use it to bring others to repentance, then forgiveness, and finally peace.

Since then, I know that my story is a testimony that Glorified God KEEPLIFELEGALand gives hope rather than forces an insipid ‘poor thing’ response and group hugs. Just like every post-abortive woman, I am the mother of a dead child, regardless of the circumstances.

Yes, there is a very thin pink line between the prolife movement and the abortion agenda. It screams volumes of how they all neglect the real victim, the dead aborted child, as if the child is a prop in a movie of their life. It took a remark from Donald Trump to truly take the temperature of the prolife movement, and I’m so glad he did. Now we know who the true prolifers are.

v16” Do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? v17 If anyone defiles the temple of God, God will destroy him. For the temple of God is holy, which temple you are.” 1Co 3:16-17

Since our body is the Temple of God, then so is the baby in the womb. Abortion defiles what God has created, an image of Himself, and destroys His Holy temple. My abortion story consists many things, but ultimately I admit that I took part in my baby’s death, and for that I do not ask for hugs or rallies or parades or a pink t-shirt or a lofty status. I need Jesus. I needed Him when I turned my back to Him, I needed Him when I repented of my abortion sin, and I need Him TODAY.

And today, I have peace, so can you: “Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid”, John 14:27.


EXPOSING THE ABORTION AGENDA FROM THE PULPIT, ON THE SIDEWALK, THE MEDIA & IN THE STATEHOUSE. KeepLifeLegal advocates for unborn life on the sidewalks of abortion facilities, the steps of the Statehouse, and the Church with prayer, community outreach, and real LIFE supporting options. 

SIDEWALK CHRONICLES: Prolife Mentorship

“I don’t know about you, but I didn’t wake up one day and find myself witnessing on the sidewalk of abortion facilities or on the steps of the Statehouse fighting for unborn life. And if you did, GREAT, but most of us prolife boots-on-the-ground soldiers did not. And most of us have mentors who have contributed to our lives, whether knowingly or not……My goal with this article is to make all prolifers understand that people are aware of where we are and what we do. We absolutely have to be a positive source and perhaps a mentor you did not know that you are. I have four mentors who brought me to where I am now. I may add to that list, such as the selfless others who pound the sidewalk and expect no accolades EVERY DAY. They may be my greatest source of strength at times.”

PLEASE read the rest here.

Source: KeepLifeLegal: SIDEWALK CHRONICLES: Prolife Mentorship


EXPOSING THE ABORTION AGENDA FROM THE PULPIT, ON THE SIDEWALK & IN THE STATEHOUSE. KeepLifeLegal advocates for unborn life on the sidewalks of abortion facilities, the steps of the Statehouse, and the Church with prayer, community outreach, and real LIFE supporting options. 

SIDEWALK CHRONICLES: “I’m going to HELL”, he said.

My heart breaks when I hear these things. As a minister, I grieve this for him. I cannot imagine my life as it was – without hope, without faith, without Jesus. I don’t know this man’s name. But God does. He dropped off two women at the door of the killing place. He parked his car, got out and talked with us. I do believe this was a divine appointment for him, and me……..Read more here.

Source: KeepLifeLegal: SIDEWALK CHRONICLES: “I’m going to HELL”, he said.


EXPOSING THE ABORTION AGENDA FROM THE PULPIT, ON THE SIDEWALK & IN THE STATEHOUSE. KeepLifeLegal advocates for unborn life on the sidewalks of abortion facilities, the steps of the Statehouse, and the Church with prayer, community outreach, and real LIFE supporting options. 

A Prayer of Praise for the Mourning Christian

Even in the deepest pit we are in, the one whose sin has provided, Jesus will be there! Your HOPE is in the LORD!

My Life as a Christian

Though You say You delight in me,
I find no comfort.
Though You say You love me,
I cannot feel.

And through my sorrow I see dimly
Because the enemy seeks me;
I loathe my encompassing skin
And know the serpent is watching.

What of the night, where is the Watchman?
My soul quakes in joy and apprehension.
Where is my salvation
In the darkest of hours?

While I mourn and lament
Your promises come!
As You have pledged,
I will have peace.

Even through a renewed affliction
I hear Your voice.
Even in the darkest of the day
I have your assurances!

O Lord, I am not alone and I am not forsaken;
For I am yours forever and you are mine.

I will Praise You forever!
I am Yours!
My prayers have been answered
In the midst of my mourning.

©revkatherinemarple

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